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The rack of empty bottles mocked Perral. All gone. So quickly, too.
When the enemy fleet blocked imports from the north, he’d held a party. Boost everyone’s mood, he thought. So flattering, who accepted – nobles who’d never graced his hall before.
When the food shortages prompted rationing, and bans on alcohol production? Cause for more galas! Everyone came. They ate, drank, laughed. The sophisticated, the powerful, the beautiful. Even the infamous. All here.
Now they avoided him on the street, half-smiling, making excuses.
Praying for the war’s end, Perral sipped the illegal homebrew. He winced. Eh, better than being alone.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers‘ photo prompt challenge. Thanks as always to Rochell Wisoff-Fields for hosting! Click here to read other stories based on the original photo prompt (shown below).
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