Got Milk?

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a lonely prince.

Yes, it was a prince, not a princess.

He was locked away in the east tower after the King caught him in the broom closet with the wet nurse sucking milk from her breasts as he had done as an infant. She was sitting on a bucket used for mop water, and he was on his knees between her spread legs, licking her nipples feverishly.

The King was infuriated, for the wet nurse had been straddling his lap for years since the Queen died. He demanded an answer.

“Yours are hard, chapped lips of a man of power and old age. Between his tender lips, my breasts melt like chocolate.”

The prince continued drinking as she spoke.

“How dare you make a fool of me!” The King had the wet nurse beheaded and her body thrown into the river, turning the water blood red.

word count: 150


This is in response to Mondays Finish the Story: a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.

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—© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
—© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham