The Death of the Boy King
some suspect foul play
[Bedtime]
I think today is the day I die. So the son of Henry the Eighth will never grow up, yet I'm happy to die, already tiring so old with this Crown too heavy. I'm fifteen already neither speaking like a child nor thinking like a child not me: I can write and discourse in five languages am awfully good in maths and an expert in political economics. They say that I am Sick, but I fear that I am olding already hair falling skin peeling vomitting phlegm and Blood:
Sister, is this Poison?
[Bloody Mary tends well to matters.]
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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I agree with you. There was way too much going on politically and religiously to accept a consumption diagnosis. Seriously? Mary was totally sus. I feel bad for Edward, despite my apathy toward british royalty in general, lol. He took his death so bravely. I bet he was grateful to die, finally. You wrote this so well! I'm loving your microfictions, Rob :D
Thank you very much for your comment and encouragement! My rough draft was considerably longer, but I found in paring it down, I gained much in impact and mystery. Check out my Letter from the Ghost of Mary Stuart to the Ghost of Elizabeth Tudor if you have a chance.
This is an interesting take on the subject, and it was a very bold move to take it on in a piece of microfiction. I’m surprised how well it works. I wouldn’t have ever been able to pull something like this off myself. Great job.