Fool

"My dog," the Fool says, juggling; every word a viciously pointed dig, a pressing thumb on ages-old bruises, a deliberately picked utterance causing and inflaming and banned by raging arguments, time out of mind, all parties knowing them instantly for the primeval provocation they are — "hath no nose."

Knight, Queen, and Fool live in a tower together at the edge of the world, in its dying years; all there is to keep each other sane, to the extent any of them can claim to be.

First posted on Cohost; this simply collects the original episodic presentation into a single downloadable edition. ~13k words in total.