Three line tales: New Year’s Honours

A new photo prompt for a story in three lines. For the rules, to join in, or just to read the other stories, please visit Sonya’s blog.


So pretty, she thought, the way they flutter in the breeze like bird of paradise wings.

She clapped her hands and silence fell. “The honours this year go to…Orange!”

The crowd erupted, a volcanic surge of cheering and roaring as the Orange colours were torn down and thrown on the sacrificial pyre, then screaming as the Orange supporters were tossed after them.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

25 thoughts on “Three line tales: New Year’s Honours”

  1. ’tis a compliment to say that such a story conjures the conversation between sweet Guildenstern and the Player:

    PLAYER: If that’s your taste
    and times being what they are.
    GUILD: What are they?
    PLAYER: Indifferent.
    GUILD: Bad?
    PLAYER: Wicked.

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