power royal

There was a loud bang, but no big flash of light.

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Copyright © 2013, Michael M Wayman

The power is dangerous, the power destroys, the power is strong. I have the power, but I cannot find any more monsters to attack. I have the power, it impresses people and useful to pick up women. I've lost count of the number of monsters that I have thrown off this planet.

Who or what else could I use the power on? What evil person or evil group of persons or evil object? Perhaps corrupt politicians or organised crime groups or TV anchor men. But where are the evil men? And why only men? There was an obvious group – go for it.

The group lived in a big house in the middle of the main city, they were always loud, always on TV and obviously evil. The leader of the group was the worse, always opening his mouth to say evil things, and was called the monarch. The group was called the monarchy.

I took a bus to the main city where the monarchy big house is. There was a big crowd of cheering people outside the house and on the balcony were the members of the monarchy who were wearing fancy dress. The monarch, wearing a military-style uniform with many medals, was making a speech.

What he said was not to be heard, a big military brass band was playing a loud march. What could I do? I focussed the power on the monarchy, but my concentration moved to the balcony.

There was a loud bang, but no big flash of light. The balcony crashed to the ground. The military band stopped playing music, they put down their instruments, stripped off their uniforms and wandered off.

Some ordinary-looking people crawled out of the ruined balcony and walked into the crowd and disappeared. The crowd was very unhappy.

I was puzzled and returned home. I realised that I had been successful, the monarchy was no more. But why was there no big flash of light and all the other theatrics that are usual with the power? No one knew that I had done it, how can I impress women? Worse, many people were unhappy that the monarchy had gone and wanted to lynch those responsible. I kept quiet.

Some months later I took a bus to the next country but two for the funeral of a very old and very famous and very corrupt politician. Not that I was invited, I was outside with all the ordinary people looking at the inside on a big screen in the square.

Inside were many people, members of various groups including monarchies from various countries. All were wearing fancy dress, men in fake military uniforms, men in old women's clothing with pointy hats and women in fairy tale costumes. It looked like party time, but the organist was playing slow and boring music.

What could I do? I focussed the power on the monarchies, but my concentration moved to the coffin at the front.

There was a loud bang, but no big flash of light. The coffin lid opened and the very old and very famous and very corrupt politician climbed out. Someone gave him a microphone and he stood on the coffin and sang:

Let's dance!
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too.
Any old dance that you wanna do.
Well let's dance, well let's dance.

He bashed out the rhythm by hitting his other hand with the microphone:

Bang! Bang! Bang! Mash! Mash! Mash!

The organ kicked in – the organist pulled out all the stops.

Let's dance!
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too.
Any old dance that you wanna do.
Well let's dance, well let's dance.

All the people inside stripped off their fancy dress and danced. The people outside were unhappy and booed, but the organ was so loud. The people inside danced and partied till the early hours. They left and faded into the night forever.