This is a 300-word FF on the theme of “Royalty”, for the Bloggers Bash competition… Hope you enjoy!
What does one get, for the mother who has everything? (Literally, everything.) Charles went through the same dilemma every year, and every year fell short. Not that she said anything, of course. A lifetime of not speaking out had …consequences, but he knew better.
He pulled his coat tight to his face against the December chill, readjusted his cap, and continued his search through Knightsbridge. He grimaced as he passed Harrod’s, but the next store along was somewhere he hadn’t noticed before. As he stood in the neon glare on the crowded pavement, the answer came to him. “I’ve got it!” In any other city, this exclamation would have attracted glances, but not here, not now. He rushed into the store, his grin broad enough to reach both of those ears.
After their traditional Christmas family lunch, it was time for the presents. Charles eagerly urged mother to open his first. Impassively, she opened the large box. She stared at him. “Thank you… what is it?”
“Let me plug it in.”
With palpable indifference, mother waited as Charles fiddled with the leads.
“Choose one,” he urged.
She stared down at the electronic karaoke screen. She scrolled past “Who Let The Dogs Out”, “Who Wants to Live Forever” (it just felt cruel), and “One”.
Charles’ enthusiasm was waning by the second. Not again…
“Hm,” she thought, then paused for the briefest moment before launching into an enthusiastic “Dancing Queen”.
Philip spat his tea clean across the living room, much to Harry’s amusement.
All sat open-mouthed as she sang with a HUGE smile on her face. Charles nearly cried with joy.
Song after song she belted out, until after “one ain’t nothing but a hound dog”, she dropped the microphone and walked off. “thangyouverymuch…Old Liz has left the building!”