National Grid

And National Greed. [Drabble Day 22/30]

What you’re about to read is a trabble, so it’s exactly 300 words. I’m dedicating this to support the current protest for the increase in workers’ minimum wage in Nigeria.

The king buried his pot belly in the whitewashed sand. It was the only way his fat breasts could kiss the sand, and the sun his ass.

He grinned.

As he plunged his neck to sip his sixth beach cocktail, he sighted one of his servants running towards him.

“My Lord.”

Ragged breathing, ragged clothes. His hands were on his knees for support.

His bones were hinged on rusty screws, with joints so sharp that they could drive nail into hardwood.

“Our people have gathered again. And, and they are angry. They have refused to work on the farms, they have turned off their lamps. They need you, my K-King.”

He regained his composure. He put his hands behind, bowed his head, and rolled his eyes up at intervals to watch the fat naked king sprawled in the sand like a child.