Daily Snippit: Other Fiction

There were few things quite as boring as sweeping the stables. Bella grumpily pushed the wide broom down the walkway, kicking up dust and not much else. Every bell-chime, sweep. Even if no one had been out of the stalls much less plodded down the walkway. Sweep. Even if the stables were two-thirds empty because of the war. Sweep. Even if no one was supposed to go riding today. Sweep. Even if there was nothing left to sweep. Sweep.

She had half a mind to just burn the whole thing down.


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