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Monologue

by on March 21, 2013

This story was written for Trifecta’s weekly writing challenge. Enjoy!

Her shoes squelched in mud as she watched the city blazing in the moonlight. “Oh, sure,” she said aloud, though there wasn’t anyone around to hear her but a disinterested cricket. “I’m crazy, they said. A mad priestess, they said. Don’t worry, be happy, they said. Hmph. So much for happy.”

The cricket, apparently realizing that she wasn’t going to go away and leave it alone, chirped at her. She mistook this for encouragement to continue her tirade. “I tried to tell them!” she explained, waving her hands around like a spastic cheerleader. “I warned them! Shrieked in the marketplace! In the temple, even! I did a bloodcurdling yell in the baths! Can’t say I didn’t try! But noooooo! Go away, they said! You’re too depressing, they said! You’ll infect us with your melancholy, they said! Right! Like this whole war was my fault! Like I’m the one who ran off with some guy’s queen! Face that launched a thousand ships, my eye. Launched ’em the other way, more like. Paris. That idiot.”

The cricket gave up and leaped away into the bushes. But she carried on, ranting at the tree on which the cricket had been perched. “And then what did they do? After all I told them about security and maintaining a perimeter and looking out for unfamiliar surprises at the gate, what did they do? They had to pull a whacking great horse inside! Honestly! And then they acted all shocked when it turned out to be full of soldiers! Duh! Like they couldn’t have seen that coming! Oh. Wait. I saw that coming! But did they listen to me! Of course not! Jerks.”

With that, Cassandra pulled a face at the burning Troy, and marched indignantly off into the woods.

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One Comment
  1. See, this is why you always listen to the woman who knows what’s going on instead of the man in charge (:

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