FIT FOR A PRINCE
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Princess insisted Daddy would love to spend his seventieth doing jaegerbombs and posting selfies. His nephews argued for an E-Type Jag. An equerry pointed out the Prince already had three.
The Prince’s brothers suggested the usual: cognac and a porn movie.
The Queen rejected everything.
The family were dressed and driven to view her chosen gift.
“Your new permanent residence, son,” she said. “Grade 1 Listed. No renovation. By Royal Proclamation. Hope it’s not too modern for you.”
“Just what I wanted, Mummy,” lied the Prince, eyeballing her crown.
“Aren’t we just under a bridge though?” said the Princess.