Flash Fiction: Long Live The King

Elvis pt. 3 © Zack Pohuski

Image by Zack Pohuski

Words by Emma Elizabeth Mathes

One day at baseball practice, I came upon a strange anomaly. Mr. Elvis Presley was in the grimy trash bin; an incredibly detailed, and beautiful portrait of The King sat amongst old apple cores, bags of dogs’ poop and unfinished sandwiches.

I couldn’t tell you where he came from, and what possessed someone to do it fails me. But I knew I would be damned if I let the portrait lie. 

And so, after practice, Elvis came home with me. The King had died on the toilet, and I wasn’t going to let this portrait’s life end in garbage.

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