Richard's Kingdom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

We dive into the perspective of an inhabitant in Shanghai, China.

Shanghai, China.

Another morning. I feel absolutely terrible, honestly. The city is always so noisy, and I’m a light sleeper on top of it, so I get startled fairly easily. Makes my sleep erratic and unkempt. Whatever, nothing I can’t handle. The sky remains a depressingly gloomy grey. Layers and layers of smokestacks blanket my view. I wish the weather was nicer here, like some Taiwanese islands or southern Japan. Even if they were as polluted as here, it’s hard to get worse than Shanghai, right?

I guess I should introduce myself. Where should I start? My name’s Richard, given to me by, well, me. I was raised by the streets, as my mother left at a very early age. I’ve made quite a name for myself here. I’ve earned my fair share of respect through various battles. I feel like I soar through the skies like an angel, looking over my kingdom. Albeit a very smoggy kingdom. Even though I may be quite the idol, I live a very quaint life. Anyway, let’s move on.

Although feeling like roadkill, I go over to the balcony and take in the winds. I want to soar, fly away from all this madness, but I need this city. It’s been with me my whole life, and I can’t leave it. It’s my kingdom, and what kind of king would I be if I left? Anyway, I started to trudge my way down to the park. I like it there. I never spend too much time there, I have a busy life after all, but the time I do spend there I truly enjoy. I grab a quick drink by the pond and did a bit of people watching by the bridge. I always wondered where they all went in such a rush. They’re like little ants in a bustling colony. So interesting.

After some time at the park, I decided to go on the search for some food. I’m getting fairly hungry, since I haven’t eaten in quite some time, along with the fact that these damn city folks keep waking me up in the middle of the night. I’ll take a dump on them if they keep it up, and I mean it!

Looking around the city streets, I saw a crowd of people, all gathered at this one spot, almost stomping each other to get there. They were all waving their arms maniacally and screams echoed throughout the plaza. I made my way over there, gradually, until I smelled something. Something good. It was food, and my favourite food to be precise. A type of bread. The scent of the exquisite flavours bounced in my nostrils delightfully. Now I know why a crowd built up around the scent because it was goddamn good.

The edge of the crowd served as a barrier to obtain my goals, but that won’t stop me. I shot myself over the mobbed horde of hungries. I saw the reason why everyone was getting worked up over this. A little girl. She had all the food in her tiny palms. That bastard! Everyone was pissed because she took all the food! I feel a little bad for her, actually, no, who does that? Taking all the food, like she’s so special. I’ll show her! I’m the king after all.

I went up to her, puffed chest and all tough like, and gave her a piece of my mind. I kicked her right in her eye and scratched up her hands. She ended up dropping all of the meals onto the ground and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. The girl was petrified, I mean, I would be too if I got swatted by a strong man like myself and a whole crowd came and nearly tramples you just for some food. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I have my meal.

And I’m gonna eat it.

“Mommy! Help!” A young girl cried out in a combination of terror, pain, and misery.

Haiya, don’t feed the birds, they’ll attack you.” The girl’s mother scolded her, taking her by her battered hand, out of the mosh pit of pigeons.

The girl’s palm-full of breadcrumbs are scattered throughout a tiny area in the local plaza. Pigeons besiege the breadcrumbs in an act of war. One pigeon stood above the rest, snatching food relentlessly, piece by piece, stealing it away from his foes. A normal sight for most Shanghainese in the area, but for Richard, this was glory. Triumphantly, he continues to devour the meagre bits and pieces of his daily meal.

Victorious! He thought.


Submitted: January 20, 2021

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