L O K I
and the
L A U G H
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Father had the look of a god, lording over his world from his Victorian throne as his only son wove a web, just for him, just for me.
Father was a prey was too large to be so entrapped; so the spider sought escape, silvered words mere distraction as the jester danced away.
Father was blind, not seeing the flitting ploys: only old tricks, old heartbreaks.
He thought it was funny.
Father didn't.
Father watched the magician's hands as they performed their magic tricks, watched for mistakes, imperfections—
The jester escaped, and laughed: Father is such a fool at times.
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Written for the af100 'intrigue' prompt and the drabble100 'joker' prompt. 100 words. Artemiicentric.