(Preview) King of Bubbles
Added 2020-07-22 16:27:45 +0000 UTCThe king looked down and to the right, half expecting to witness the vascular and meaty pulp of his body exposed by his condition. Instead he saw a wash of colour. Bright yellows like lemon, the aggressive hue of a blood orange, myriad greens for the various species of lime, and softer mellower variants of all of them mixed between the shifting iridescence. His skin had taken on the transparency of a soap bubble, but in place of the refractions usually glimpsed along a bubble’s surface, the King had been filled with a throng of colours akin to the innumerable citrus fruits he had demanded for his bath.
“What have you done to me!?” the King yelled at the robed figure, his body wobbling precariously from the effort it took to raise his voice. He felt every ripple through his gargantuan frame, and its inherent weakness. His skin, see-through and delicate, had taken on the fragility of a soap bubble as well. One wrong movement could spell disaster. The King was overly aware of how wedged into the bathing pit he had become, and worried about the effect the exquisite tiled edges might have on his pressurized form.
The robed figure held his belly, laughing uproariously at the King’s predicament. “Well what do you know, your majesty,” the figure said. “I had always pegged you for being full of hot air, but as it turns out, that’s not true at all!” He went back to his laughter. In the robed figure’s mind, the King’s transformation into a gigantic citrus filled bubble was apparently the peak of comedy.
