This is my rather late entry for the lovely Bethan's Writing Contest. If you haven't entered, you totally should! You've got until the last of August.
Congratulations of fifty [now sixty-five] followers, Bethan!
''When will you tell them?'' he asks.
When will you tell them, the words echo the empty halls.
The truth is cold and harsh on my lips.
''When it benefits me.''
And nothing else is said of that;
because my voice was too cruel,
because I am too cruel and unforgiving and not nearly human enough.
post script: If I did a writing contest, would you enter? I haven't because they aren't so hard to find and why would you enter mine when you could enter somebody else's? I don't know.