This week’s prompt: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…
There was no doubt about it. The morning sunrise brought news of the king’s demise.
It was a shock to us all as only the day before the king had declared today a public holiday. When asked why he had done so he replied that he was the king and if he wanted us to have a holiday he would and could do so.
We all stood around looking at his body. Some sipping coffee, some in pyjamas but all agreed if it wasn’t for bread knife in his back he’d be enjoying the holiday with us.
Written for: https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week172/
Morpethroad 
Ouch! A bread knife eh? Gee, hope it was quick. 😉
Don’t think he felt a thing. Thanks Jackie.
Good ending.
Thank you Kate glad you thought so.
Long live the …. Oops no he didn’t quite make it..I blame the chef 😊
That’s too easy a solution…lol…..what about the butler?
Yes possibly, or the maid, or gardener? Too many to choose from 😌
Could be anyone who wasn’t going to benefit from the holiday I would say.
I like it… It’s not every royal who gets a holiday named after him BEFORE he dies.
Thanks Loretta, yes doesn’t happen every day does it….
Ouch, bread knife …! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Cecilia appreciate you commenting on my story.
A bread knife? I suppose the good silver get locked up over night. I agree with Jen. Must be the chef. He’d have a strong arm after all the daily chopping in the kitchen. 😀 😀 😀
You two must be conspiring against the chef…….thanks so much for reading and your comment……then again why would the chef kill the hand that feeds him??
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Good short story! Maybe the king was forced to declare the holiday because…… he knew something?
I think he may have known too much….thanks so much for your comment.
You are welcome. 😀
Sounds like a long painful death.