Friday Fictioneers: The Count’s Collection
by Eena
Photo copyright – Dawn Miller
“Another lamp trader in town, you say?”
“Yes, m’lord,” answered a sorrowful Horace. “Shall I arrange for the purchase, m’lord?”
“Yes. Take all of it. Immediately.”
“Yes, m’lord.” If only a hundred lamps could burn through this charade. Ever the loyal servant, Horace couldn’t bring himself to tell the count that all the light on earth would never replace the sun that was his countess.
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Every week, writers around the world each submit a 100-word story in response to a photo assigned by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Read the Friday Fictioneers’ stories here!
HER SANTOSHA 
i’m sensing that Horace feels something for the countess. ever the romantic, i’d like to imagine that they’re gonna end up running away together 🙂 wonderful read
oh. sorry i was sooo slow. lol ‘was’ his countess… sigh 😦 yeah, that is really sad. 😦 still, a wonderful read.
Good story – sad but enlightening! Thanks, Nan
Thank you, Nan. May you find light in all your days.
The darkness of absence is such that even a hundred lamps can’t bring in a speck of light!
Beautiful! 🙂
especially if they’re bulb-less as they are in the photo (which i belatedly realized!) 😉 thanks for dropping by!
Soo sad.. What a nice and sorrowful story
thank you, Bjorn! yes, sad.. and silly at the same time. always appreciate your dropping by.
Dear Eena,
Money can’t buy happiness and lamps don’t bring true light. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sometimes we work too hard for things we don’t need and oversee the simple things. See, Horace is such a good and loyal fella, he’d make a great replacement 😉
That’s the truth. Nice.
thank you, Patrick!
Sad story. Looks like the lamp traders were taking advantage of the situation.
i would too if nobles were such fools 🙂
Awwwww.
janet
The count is a fool but a forlorn one that needs more than our pity. Thanks Janet!