Rachel Stolp

The Shadow Riddle

The Shadow Riddle I was staring dully at the wall. It’s bare stone, unremarkable. Yet, I stare at it every day for at least three hours, waiting for orders. Now its dinner time and I’m just standing here with my serving tray, standing at the elbow of the Bone Queen. It was supposed to be some big honor to serve her and wait on her but no one ever mentioned how BORING it would be.