Prince Galen of Nanonesia, upon the death of his father, was to become king. There was one catch though: He must spend a night in a room with a fake chicken and not knock it down.
Having always been a klutz, he was terrified.
The ordeal was to last from midnight on Friday until midnight on Saturday.
Having nothing much to do he played his accordion, called his girlfriend and kept busy as well as possible.
The time still dragged.
At 11:58 on Saturday, he got curious about a reflection on the floor, stretched a bit to see it. Uh-oh.
Each Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us on our quest to write a short story of only one hundred words, Friday Fictioneers, based upon a photograph. This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Luther Siler.