Kings have Wings

He looked at his sons huddled around him and started narrating their favorite story for probably the thousandth time.

“My father was a great king. He ruled with an iron fist, but it was necessary for our people to survive. He also formed innovative alliances so that we could remain safe from the miseries of war.

But one day, a usurper came in from nowhere and challenged my father’s right to rule. He  slowly but steadily chipped away at my father’s defenses, till my father was left with no choice but to challenge him to a duel.

It was truly a Battle Royale.

My father fought like a lion. Hours into the lethal combat, father finally saw an opportunity to finish off the challenger, and jumped at him. You should have seen him then. He was flying in the air, like his courage had given him wings.

But unfortunately, nature hadn’t…and gravity did what gravity does. Father fell off the mountain and died, and that conniving cad Simba became the new Lion King.”

Photo prompt courtesy wildverbs

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173 words.

Written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a story in 175 words or less, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Note: Due credit to the God of Humour, PG Wodehouse, for the title, which has been inspired by his book- Pigs have Wings.

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