
A short story about a man who, after being king for a day, realizes that the power and responsibility that comes with ruling has changed him irrevocably.
By Barry Pain · First published 1924 · Genre: Historical Fiction, Adventure, Political · 2,882 words
I was in a part of the country where it is a good deal safer to kill a child than to take a pheasant. There are more people to look after the pheasants. I have always felt as if a man who could get his bird without a gun and cook it without a kitchen had a kind of right to the bird. An empty stomach is an argument too. Well, I got my bird, and then Bates got me. He is a big man and can use his hands. But all the same I am ready for him, man to man, at any time. He had three to help him that time, and that was why I had to stand up and look penitent while old White-whiskers talked nonsense before he sent me to prison.
When I Was King is listed on Textopian as a short story by Barry Pain, dated 1924 CE.
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Fiction · Short stories · Literary fiction · Modernist literature · Experimental fiction · Symbolism · Allegory · Autobiographical fiction · Stream of consciousness · First-person narrative · Mental illness · Psychological drama