Response – JSW Prompt 9-16-2019

Feel free to join in and respond to the prompt. Please try to keep your response between 200 – 250 word (recommended, not law). You can write a story, poem, essay, anything which strikes your fancy! Link your work back to this post so people can read it.




Pretty sad, I know. To be honest, I don’t even remember when it happened, when I lost control of my own life. Somewhere between the ages of 25 and forty is my guess, but as to exactly when I have no memory and it may well be better than way. You can’t mourn something you don’t remember.

They will come today. They told me so; they promised. Then again, they haven’t come the last 1374 days when they promised so I’m not holding my breath. I’m beginning to think they lied.

No matter, I’m quite comfortable here. I can’t go out on my own, but I have a nice-sized room with a double bed, comfortable furniture and my own bathroom. Endless books to read, paper and pen and any other convenience I might desire. Except one. But, on the bright side, not everybody here gets such luxury and I am grateful.


If you don’t believe me, so be it. This is what we are doing now, okay.

Twice a day they bring me trays overflowing with food and drink. Food fit for a king, but, then again, I am a king. Or used to be.

Does that mean I am an ex-king? A retired king? A past-his-prime king?

Truth is, it makes me an imprisoned king.

This is what we are doing, okay.




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