Far Fetched Fables

Flash Fiction: “Percy’s Crossing” by Elizabeth Archer Support Tales To Terrify on Patreon Sir Percival Pettigrew saw things other men did not see until it was too late. “I should have named you Cassandra,” said Lady Pettigrew. “Pity you were male.” Only his mother understood him. Sadly, she died in a hunting accident, mistaken by Lord Pettigrew for a pheasant. “Shame about that damned hat of hers,” Lord Pettigrew lamented to Sir Percival and his siblings. He drank himself to oblivion, and left everything to Percival’s brother Thomas. Being a second son was dreadful. Sir Percival decided to affect a large turban, with an enormous pheasant feather, in honor of his Mum. He wore a jeweled silk caftan, and performed at fashionable parties as The All-Seeing Panocculi. *** “You know your name is redundant, don’t you?” said Lady...  See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.