The election was over. King Joffrey had been trounced every which-way. Raising a tiny fist to the sky, the deposed despot screamed, “I’ll grab you by the p*ssy again someday, you’ll see!”
There was a loud clap of thunder and all clouds within sight gathered high in the sky. Lightning flashed and the supercloud descended. Lounging on it was the most devastatingly beautiful woman Joffrey had ever seen – way more beautiful than his sexy daughter even.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but the only p*ssies you’ll be grabbing from now on will be in hell. Go back to where you came from.”
The ground trembled and the earth cracked open, revealing a rather fancy spiraling staircase that disappeared into darkness.
Joffrey felt his legs moving of their own accord. He tried to tantrum but only his upper body would obey him. He looked like one of those flailing inflatable tube guys.
God had lots on her to-do list so she made Joffrey descend quickly. It didn’t take long to hear his echoing screams from the pit – and a strange sizzling sound.
The earth snapped shut, and the cloud ascended.
There were no witnesses, and that’s ok.
Fandango is the host of Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.