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London, 1953


The intruder pulls me away from the closet door, believing I’m too frightened to react. But I am a woman with a plan.

One roundhouse kick to his chest fractures a rib. He reels backwards. His abdomen and chest form a ramp and I use it to vault over his head. Twisting in mid-air, I end the discussion, heel to jaw. He’s on a timeout.

His accomplice rushes in to assess the situation. My fists plough through his face. The concussion blinds him temporarily. Ax kick to the knee. He’s on the floor. I stomp on some fingers to disable a hand.

My bodyguards have finally joined us. They look shocked. (They’re also fired). I point to my wrist and say, “You were taking too long.”

I adjust my tiara and make my way to the banquet hall. Two hundred guests, most of them blood relatives, are waiting. My smile says, “Welcome to my coronation reception.” But to be honest, I am a bundle of nerves.

London, 1953 (Coronation Day)

Notes: Feminist Tuesday. Special shoutouts to Mek @ Work in Progress and the Artful Blasphemer. Thank you all very much for your support.

Photo: File photo taken on November 20, 1947 Queen Elizabeth (2nd-R) smiles while her daughter newlywed Princess Elizabeth (C) (to be Britain’s Queen Elizabeth II) waves to the crowd from the balcony of Buckingham Palace in London as the Royal Family celebrated the wedding of Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh (3rd-R).


Life is short, so let’s be decent.

29 replies on “London, 1953”

Do you like? Season 1 was great but I felt so bad watching because the actual Queen is still alive. Love the actress who plays Princess Margaret. The writers really softened out her character potrayal in the series. xo


Wow..! Mine favorite part was when she shocked bodyguards and pointed her wrist ….it was a different and good piece of writing. 🙂

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Thank you so much for reading. That’s the thought, right there. We are smart, strong and capable. We carry the weight of the world on our shoulders and are expected to look hot while doing it. And we do, because we can. xo

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This is tight writing SB- kicks ass! looking at the pic after reading, I can’t imagine anything other than what you’d written as happening moments before (ignore the questionable grammer here…you know what i mean). Thanks for a lovely gift of carefully crafted words xx

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Thanks so much. I was training (Strong by Zumba) and this story spilled out while I was hydrating. I was reminded of a former paramour, an award-winning film director and kung fu expert, who did a flying kick at a dude who grabbed my arm in a market in Kuala Lumpur.


Wow. Yes, read like you’d seen or done these moves. Nice connection between you writing about the fireceness of women and my current read ‘women who run with the wolves’. Catch you soon. Nice hearing from you xxx

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A tussel worthy of a Cathy Gayle or Emma Peel in the Avengers. I think it’s called being ‘able to handle yourself’! I’ve not been able to access your posts properly for a while, so good to be able to press ‘like’ again

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Thank you so much. You know what they say about those who help themselves. I haven’t been posting but I felt like rescuing this story from the drafts folder.

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