Dolon peered over the edge, antennae quivering in the wind of many murmurings.
“We can’t allow her to do this? How dare she marry that, that, that..
“That outcast! How dare he presume to touch her!”
“Calm down. Don’t react openly. We can rectify this.”
“Yes. Let’s agree now. We will invite him home. Then…”
“Shhhh! Even walls can have ears.”
Cautioning each other, they moved on, falsity plastered on their faces.
“We agree. Let’s do what you say. We are willing.”
They rose, with smiling miens and departed.
Dolon fluttered away. He had heard enough.
His intelligence would help prevent.
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Shaktiki Sharma
*Dolon is a Latin American name meaning a trojan spy!