I was a king once

It’s story time- drabble time to be more accurate. No reason for these 100 words other than I felt like writing them. The title popped into my head and my fingers took it from there.

The same rules as Friday Fictioneers apply here: Comments, criticism, and/or half drunken rants are (not so) manditory (but encouraged).

I was a king once

You may find it unlikely now, but I was a king once. These rags, these cardboard walls, they weren’t always my home. I wish I could go back to the way it used to be, when I was young and foolish, but fate has had its way with this old sod.

My throne sat amongst mother’s lilac bushes. Still does actually, but I haven’t the nerve to return. My once loyal subjects frolicked at my feet all those years ago. Oh, how I long to return to those glorious days- when anything was possible.

Yes, I was a king once.

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