Hello Dear Readers. It’s time for the Weekly Trifecta Challenge! This week the challenge was to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word, exhaust: 3a : to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely b : to try out the whole number of <exhausted all the possibilities>
The Staircase Dusters
“The palace was in uproar! The queen was sick! Prince Charles twirled around clapping his hands and barking silly orders at the servants as though he were already King.
“You!” Charles pointed at one of the men dusting the staircase. “What are you doing? There is no dust on that staircase!”
“But, sire, this is how our fathers dusted it before us, and how their fathers dusted it before them and how their fathers–
“Say no more, for I see where you’re going with this,” Charles said, for it was true — what was rumored about him –that he, Charles, was a man possessed of nearly average intellect. “But the staircase hasn’t any dust upon it, nor can I recall that ever it has!”
“That’s because someone has been dusting it since its construction by King Richard in The Year of Our Lord 6.
“Of course! I was just testing you. Ha!” Charles motioned for his royal dresser to straighten his tie and dust a bit of royal dandruff, newly fallen, from his heir-apparent hair.
“Well, then! Does anyone have the time?” Charles smoothly changed the subject for he was, as has been previously stated, a man of nearly average intellect.
The staircase dusters looked at one another in horror.
“What?” Prince Charles asked, “I’m simply asking for the time?”
“But our singular duty is to dust this staircase as our father’s did before us and as their fathers did before them–”
“Stop! I haven’t time for your histrionics!” Prince Charles commanded. “Mother may die any minute, God willing.”
The staircase dusters gasped. “Did you say God willing?”
“What? No I . . . well, what if I did? Mother’s been ruling 61 years and, as such, has thoroughly exhausted every possible dictate and command imaginable! I just want her to die? Is that so wrong?”
Charles froze –immediately recognizing the voice of his Mother — for Charles was, as previously stated, a man of nearly average intellect.
Until next time . . . I love you