Weapon of Choice

The Duelling Master of Zurich was handsome, charming and had talked himself into the bedchamber of virtually every lady at court.

He was also – not entirely coincidentally – deadly with every weapon.

So confident was he, he even allowed the inevitably annoyed husband to choose arms when they demanded a duel.

This worked fine, until the day he seduced the cook’s wife.

“Spatula.”

“Spatula?”

And so the Master, trained in the fine arts of combat, was nevertheless beaten to concussion by the cook’s lead-plated fish slice.

The wife wasn’t bothered. She’d always preferred men who knew their way around the kitchen.

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The prompt for this story was ‘discombobulated spatula’, provided by my brother and his wife. It is in no way the weirdest thing they’ve said.

Fun fact – ‘spatula’ is derived from the Latin spatha, meaning broadsword.