It Is Better to Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

t Is Better to Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth
(Word count: 100)
By Marcelo Medone

The king rose from his throne and looked at the crowd at his feet.
"Today, after ten long years of war, our enemy has ignominiously abandoned the siege of our glorious city."
(Widespread applause and cheers.)
"We have even confiscated the colossal offering they made to their gods."
(More applause.)
"I declare the beginning of festivities. Food and wine for all! Let the music play!"
King Priam gazed proudly at the huge wooden horse he had seized from the Greeks.
Little did he know that it housed the best Achaean soldiers, ready to take Troy by storm that very night.


BRIEF BIO

Marcelo Medone (1961, Buenos Aires, Argentina) is a fiction writer, poet, essayist, playwright and screenwriter. His works received numerous awards and were published in multiple languages in more than 50 countries all over the world, including the UK.

He was awarded the First Prize in the 2021 international contest by the American Academy of the Spanish Language with his surreal short story La súbita impuntualidad del hombre del saco a rayas llamado Waldemar (The Sudden Unpunctuality of the Man in the Striped Jacket Named Waldemar).

His fantastic flash fiction story Last Train to Nowhere Town was nominated for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.

He is the author of Los que están en el aire (Those Who Are in the Air), an anthology of flash fiction and short stories (Editorial Rosalba, Asunción, Paraguay, 2023).

He currently lives in Montevideo, Uruguay.

Facebook: Marcelo Medone / Instagram: @marcelomedone




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