My earliest memory of The City is an evening boat ride across The Harbour. I remember seeing what turned out to be The Stadium. At the time, though, with the way it was lit up, my young mind saw a crown.
A giant crown that if I grew big enough, as big as I believed The King was, I would wear it at My Coronation and rule over The Country; leaving The Crown to rest there, reminding people of my power.
Having forgotten for years, it suddenly hit me as I watched The Game.
They were playing inside My Crown!
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
A giant crown that if I grew big enough, as big as I believed The King was, I would wear it at My Coronation and rule over The Country; leaving The Crown to rest there, reminding people of my power.
Having forgotten for years, it suddenly hit me as I watched The Game.
They were playing inside My Crown!
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
My first Friday Fictioneers for nearly three months (and 42nd overall), and I have to say it's great to be back. When I was a boy, on one of my first visits to London, I was taken to the Museum of Childhood in Bethnal Green. We walked (I think, we may have caught a bus) back to Liverpool Street Station and, seeing the sign, I really thought that we had travelled all the way to Liverpool, that we were no longer in London. As in the story, it was sometime before I fully realised my mistake; discovering not just that Liverpool Street is a station in London but that Liverpool is really quite a long way away. Certainly too far to get to so quickly.
Well, what do you know? Pretty neat little story there. loved it!
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Nice take! Enjoyed the read
ReplyDeletethat's very imaginative. i like it
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This is great, you describe the thoughts of the confused child so well. Everything is so huge. The City, The Game...
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