Trying to figure out a Friday Flash story whose title started with Q was a challenge, but I think I managed.
The queen’s quill lay on the desk, temptingly close. Its carved silver handle gleamed in the sunlight.
Qut wanted to touch the beautiful orange feather. So strange. What bird could have such iridescent orange and red feathers?
She stroked the smooth silver. It was warm to the touch. She glanced over her shoulder, listening. She heard only the slither of silk. The queen was still getting dressed.
She picked up the quill pen and caressed it softly, like a mother touched her baby’s head. Qut dipped the quill in the red ink and wrote a word on a blank sheet.
“Excellent choice, dear.”
Qut whirled. “My Lady, I was -”
“I know what you were doing.” The Queen smiled. “I am quite pleased. Quite pleased.”
“Oh – I, uh, thank you.”
Qut turned back to her sheet and wrote another word. There was a sharp pain her left palm and when she looked, she saw her palm was spotted with blood.
“Quite beautiful, dear.” The Queen smiled, took the quill from her hand jabbed it into her heart. “You’ll make such perfect ink.”