Sorcery and Suspects (100 words)
“Three wives, eight daughters! What curse have they placed on me? Surely, witch, you can undo this hex, this sorcery.”
The old woman’s head was bowed so only her crown on silver hair faced the emperor, a tight knot wound at the base of her hairline. Her response was so soft he grabbed the knot and forced her head up.
“Repeat yourself, witch,” he demanded.
“I know not of any spells or sorcery, Emperor. Nor does my daughter, your first wife.”
The Emperor yanked on the knot, hurtling the frail old woman to the ground. “Punish her, too,” he ordered.