The king of Sumeria, as he was sometimes called, sat in judgement over the people. He leaned back into the sturdy wooden chair and casually swung a leg over the dark oak, elaborately carved side. He placed his hands behind his head, intertwined his fingers and asked the scribe what she was thinking of.
The scribe flushed a little and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She gathered her composure and answered as honestly as possible, fully aware that it was considered the gravest sin to tell anything but the truth within these ancient walls.
There was justice in the land.
©CMA 2018
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 