He went up to the terrace of the penthouse. He opened the door and stepped out. He stood on the wall at the very edge and looked down. The city was below, laid out, waiting for him.
He was the king. Above all else. This is what he craved, to be able to rule the world. The immense sense of power took over once again. He became the king!
Then the words rang out from below!
“Ramu! How long will you take to water the plants? Come down! Lots more to do here!”
“Yes, ma”, said Ramu. The 10 year old picked up the bucket and ran down the stairs to help his mom. She was a housekeeper at this place. Today was his off from school.
Written for the #FFfAW 123
The challenge is to write a story for the photo given in 100-150 words.
Photo credit Grand-Sud
Number of words 126