To be King – FFfAW
Harry watched the yellow banner billow in the wind. He was fixated on one of the Chinese characters, the one that meant “king” (王).
He wondered to himself what it would be like to be a king. He was British, so would he be a king like the mythical Arthur or the historical William I? Though, he was also Chinese by blood–a fact his parents refused to let him forget. So would he be a king like Kangxi? Or maybe like Genghis Khan?
Regardless of which type of king he became, he was sure he wouldn’t have to spend extra hours after school everyday studying Chinese writing and history. Kings have more important things to do than study. Like eating fried dumplings.
Harry stepped regally into the restaurant and demanded his royal dumplings.
*Written as a response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) photo prompt.