A Spot of Tea*
The Queen of England sat her empty teacup down hard. Her host raised an eyebrow. The queen rose.
“Well, then,” she said, “thank you for your time.”
“I don’t understand what brought us together,” the man replied, “but the pleasure was mine …”
Before responding, the queen was swept forward through time.
Castiel was again at her side. He said: “Your German was … not bad.”
“One cannot reason with a madman,” she told the angel. “It was not completely in vain.” Castiel smiled.
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The Führer moved hesitantly to his closet, having been awakened by noise. He opened it and before making sense of his doom, a tentacle looped his shin and tightened. By the time another tentacle spiraled around his neck and pulled him to the gaping maw of its elephant’s head, the Führer had no means to scream.
Copyright 2014 © Marvin Brown
