Hamlet Kills (short story)
by Pierrick Simon (1 255 words) Napoleon's Death Mask (black and white) A hound startled by its own prey. This was Hamlet’s countenance upon passing through the secret doorway. In stupor, he forgot where he was off to and, in that place, what he was meaning to do. There was no discretion in the way he stumbled into the chamber; with a long noble sword by his side and shaky hands. So, looking at himself in the mirror as if at a stranger, how was he to know the lengths he was ready to go to? But there, silent, in the dark, was another man. Perhaps not who Hamlet was meant to meet now, but certainly he who had occupied the prince’s every unsleeping thought for a while – and dismantled his sense of space – and dismantled his sense of time – and who by chance, providence, or something darker, had found himself there without guards. King Claudius had killed Hamlet’s father. Of that Hamlet was nearly absolutely sure. King Claudius, Hamlet’s uncle, had hidden the deed under a shro...