Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breakfast

At five o’clock in the morning, His Majesty’s bakers would begin the process of making his bread for the day. At ten o’clock, after hearing mass, the poor old King would sit down for breakfast. As his servants always ate before him, his bread was not quite as fresh as theirs. The Master of Cups would pour him his watered-down wine and crack his soft-boiled egg that sat in its silver cozy. The Master of Knives would then butter his toast, while the Master of Fruits would peal an orange. Everyday it was the same routine, without any variation of any kind. If there was one thing the old King hated, it was a surprise. Surprises were dealt with by the harshest of measures: a thorough beating by the Master of Wands.

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

6 thoughts on “Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breakfast

    1. That’s me. When I first wake up, I feel like the mummy climbing out of its tomb. My rheumatoid arthritis causes all my joints to stiffen. It takes about half an hour of movement to loosen them up. About the only exception is my jaw. LOL 😆

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