Events influencing this weeks challenge were two phenomena occurring; (1) the eclipse of the HUGE sun by the much smaller moon with an atmosphere of stillness and peace whilst it was happening and (2) the procession of the remains of the last king of England to die in battle, Richard III. So, the prompt this week:
…when the daylight returned the king was dead…
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Solar Eclipses and Kings
Solar eclipses and kings dying happen infrequently. It was no surprise when the daylight returned the king was dead. What was more befitting a king’s death than an eclipse; both divine interventions that humankind had no control over.
The only one mourning the death of the king was the queen. The country was relieved when he died. He ruled with an iron fist and no compassion. Even his children celebrated his death. The oldest son was crowned before his father was entombed.
“Long live the King!” the crowd shouted. Would the new king be better? No one knew for sure.
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 158
Amanda, being homeless, walked past the apartments when going to school from the shelter. She wondered what it would be like to live there. Amanda and her mom lived in the homeless shelter the last six months. Her mom lost her job and apartment when they couldn’t pay the rent.
Amanda missed her old apartment, her friends, and her old school. She had some new friends, but they weren’t allowed in the shelter. Their parents wouldn’t let them go there. They said, “That place is dirty and not safe.” Amanda missed her dog, Comet, also. Her mom took him away when they moved. She didn’t know where Comet was now. She cried thinking about Comet.
Amanda dreamed of the day that she and her mom and Comet could go back home again. Or maybe they could move to these pretty apartments…just maybe. She knew that dreams could come true. Being homeless, she had to believe in dreams.
As a side note…
This story and above and Amanda are fictional, but the plight of homeless children is real. In November 2014, The Huffington Post reported 1 in 30 children in the United States is homeless due to poverty, domestic violence, job loss and many other reasons. For more information, I encourage you to become more informed about homeless children in the United States or wherever you live by reading the article at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/11/17/child-homelessless-us_n_6169994.html and watching the video below.