Monthly Microfiction: The Ides of March

The Ides of March


   My wife’s warnings ring in my ears as I approach the Senate House. Doubt clings to every footstep, but I cannot let the pleas of a woman scare me away.

   I am Julius Caesar.

   Inscrutable faces track my progress down the steps. I take my seat and sit up straight to scan for Marcus. My heart sinks when I do not see him.

   Maybe my wife was right, after all.

   I stand to leave. Then the first knife parts my flesh. They descend on me en masse. Friends, colleagues – even Brutus.

   My perforated body is left, bleeding on the floor.


Popular posts from this blog

Monthly Microfiction - December 2021 - Billy's Special Blanket

Monthly Microfiction: Under the Ice

Review: It Calls from the Veil by Eerie River