Saturday, October 20, 2007

And So I Do Decree: Sunday Scribblings

It was sudden, of course, as are all major detours on life’s roads. One day, I was presenting flowers to winners of small town beauty contests and posing with over-large scissors to cut ribbons on openings of new chain stores in other small towns. The next day, I was sporting a crown and purple robe. My beloved older brother, dear Henry, had fallen to his death from the castle’s highest tower.

“Fallen,” everyone asked? And when I say “everyone,” I mean every citizen of the realm. I knew of the talk, of course, the wisps of accusations muttered by the uneducated, the great unwashed. But I was nowhere near the castle that day. I was, in fact, at the celebration of the opening of the latest Starbucks. Who could have imagined that I was becoming the head of state, at the exact moment that I was sipping a Tall Double Latte , whipped and with a splash of chocolate flakes?

The photographer marked the moment, snapping a perfect shot of me with the slight moustache. It was that picture which was flashed all over the world, again and again. And it will be that photograph, not the one of the next day, that would become my hallmark. The Whipped Cream Queen I would be dubbed. Some would just call me Dairy Queen. Silly, really. Trite. Perfectly unbecoming the new Queen of the World.

I knew the basics, of course. The five Cambridges had been trained well, as a set, really, on what to expect if the world were suddenly, truly, our oyster. What I didn’t know was the nitty-gritty. Having thought my role before was laden with tedium, I was shocked at the level of bureaucracy I now had to face, day in and day out. So many things to worry about.

What could I possibly do first? I thought of the only one I truly trusted, the only oracle I ever consulted, the only one I ever conspired with. My first decision? One that should have been so difficult to make? It was surprisingly easy. I ordered his death, of course. He went willingly, accepting with great courage the label he would wear eternally: Henry’s murderer. Not once did he implicate me. He protected me until the bitter end. He truly was less of a Killer of Kings. He was more a Maker of Queens.

[A 10-minute writing exercise for this week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt. Pondering the prompt, I knew there were too many things I would want to do first. I knew I would never be able to choose just one. This exercise will have to do. It truly serves the purpose of convincing me that I would surely never want to rule the world.]

16 comments:

Just Jen said...

Starbucks! Dairy Queen! Very Witty, I enjoyed that so much!

tumblewords said...

Awesome! Well written. Love it!

DJPare said...

Very well done.

I don't want your trust! :)

Mike M said...

You are way too cool so I am also tagging you with the 38 things meme!!

paris parfait said...

Oh that's very clever! Well done, you!

Beck said...

OH MY GOSH! THIS NEEDS TO BE A NOVEL!

Herb Urban said...

I was going to say that was awesome, but Tumblewords beat me to it. How about majorly awesome?

If you ever seek world domination, please abolish all Starbucks and Wal-Marts so the little guys have a fighting chance.

forgetfulone said...

Excellent post. I enjoyed your writing. Ten minutes? I'm in awe.

giggles said...

One of a kind that would be this sweet Scribbling! Such a fun read!
Very clever!

ana said...

Great post....witty indeed...

nonizamboni said...

You are one witty Dairy Queen! Jus the kind of queen we need to take care of business.

gautami tripathy said...

A dairy queen. Just what we need!

Ally Bean said...

Oh, I like it. Dark and very sinister. I think I'll be scared when you become queen.

mitzh said...

A witty post, indeed! Love it!

Lisa Sullivan said...

What a neat way to use your imagination with the prompt. When is the sequel coming out? :-)

Josie Two Shoes said...

Very cool, very creative, very orginal... I loved it!

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