Charli Mills’ latest 99 word challenge involved a watcher. I turned the theme a bit. I hope she and the folks at won’t mind.



Written by Kerry E.B. Black

 They turned from him, alabaster eyes averted. She’d done this to shame him, turned every statue and tilted the framed paintings so none looked into his eyes. No matter how many times he corrected their stance, they stubbornly maintained a cold distance, as though pronouncing judgement, though it was her fault, not his. She’d grown old, cold to touch, sour of disposition. She lavished attention on the brats, ignoring his needs. She’d twisted their family and friends against him, and now, even the statues turned away, constant in their inattention. Now even his mistress refused to meet his gaze.