2.12.2010

#fridayflash Queen of the Universe

No human suspected that the Queen of the Universe not only walked among them, but smoked Camel cigarettes and had a thing for swarthy men. Most humans weren’t aware that there was any such entity.

Most humans weren’t even aware of much beyond their own minds. That made things easy.

Well, not easy – it wasn’t easy to be born, or eat brussels sprouts, or to pass calculus in high school.

It wasn’t easy to see all sides and still pick one or two for the sake of propriety, or watch that promotion go to the sycophant, Boyle, when it should have been hers.

It wasn’t easy to have children, knowing they contained no integral part of her and would be unable to escape their human form and its transformations.

It wasn’t easy to get the right amount of cream and sugar in her coffee when using an unfamiliar cup.

It wasn’t easy to endure the suffering, the fear, the hatred and bitterness that swirled around her, nor was it easy to dismiss the love, compassion, empathy and hope that washed up, frothy and light, against the shores of her being.

It wasn’t easy to live as a human, but it was easy to hide amongst them.

It was also easy to make good on her self-made promise to not interfere in any grand way, any Queenly way. She had merged into the stream of human life to become. Now that she was being, it was slightly exhilarating. There was only a moment before this body died, in probably another 40 years, and the Queen of the Universe would return to herself with no regrets. The humans would continue into their future, as curious and crazy as ever. She didn’t know or really care what became of them, but this moment would be stored within her – which was an honor, whether they knew it or not.

She only cheated in one area, and then only occasionally. When she found herself outside and the conditions were right – she would whisper with her true voice to the wind. She would flatter it with attention and praise; caress it with her knowledge on the beauty of its ever-changing flow. In return the wind would play with her, cool her brow, weave itself through her hair and tease the soles of her feet. She enjoyed the wind more than anything else.

She knew that the humans wouldn’t appreciate that the wind gave her more enjoyment than any individual, idea or emotion. She was the Queen of the Universe, and while all lifeforms were interesting and memorable, her greatest memory of this planet would not be the charming smile of the butcher, or the discordant singing of a child in the bathtub, or the voluminous works of writers past and present.

She would miss the wind.

24 comments:

  1. OMG, you've met my ex!

    Nice story, very complete.

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  2. Great tale! I love the last line.

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  3. Love the image of a Camel smoking Queen of the Universe!

    Definitely not easy to pass calculus. :)

    Wonderful beat to this piece...

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  4. Whimsical and fun, really just a great imagining.

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  5. Oh I love the description of what the wind gives her. Lovely way to remind us what we should be paying attention to. We should all feel like the Queen or King of the universe during our own unique visit here.

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  6. Light as air, refreshing as a cool breeze on a hot day. Oxygenating, fresh, lively, fun.
    And did I mention charming?
    Yes, charming.
    You are the queen!

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  7. I so hear you on the unfamiliar cup!

    Cathy has it - charming is the word to use here.
    I love how you've mixed unimportant stuff like brussel sprouts with stuff like having children - it really brings home how insignificant we must be in the eyes of a deity.

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  8. This is sublime, CJ. Really lovely. You've put into words a rare connection with the elements. I love the simplicity of this piece. Move over St Exupery!

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  9. Lovely read. There's one part I didn't understand though -- brussel sprouts are delicious!

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  10. I love everything about this, CJ! The Queen of the Universe experiencing the act of becoming in a human body- wonderful concept. She experiences the pain, suffering and joy of humanity and yet can still experience the real pleasure of playing in the wind. I want to be her! Great writing.

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  11. Really good and surprising work here. I liked it.

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  12. Now how does one apply for this position...?

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  13. Very whimsical and poetic. I loved the line "There was only a moment before this body died, in probably another 40 years, and the Queen of the Universe would return to herself with no regrets." Really enjoyed that one.

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  14. Good story. I liked the pacing and structure of it. Well done!

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  15. Loved the way you mixed the important things with the banal, having all the same weight to her. Great story!

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  16. Who told you my story! I am the QUEEEEEEN. HA HA. 'cept I don't smoke.

    What a fun story and very well written.

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  17. It is a universal truth that it's impossible to get the right sugar/cream/ coffee ratio in an unfamiliar cup. And it's so damn frustrating. How fantastic that you've acknowledged that irksome fact of life. This story has a wonderful beat to it and she's a great character. Mystical and human at the same time. Well done. ~ Olivia

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  18. Interesting juxtaposition of the smoking and the wind. Charming story indeed. Well done.

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  19. "Well, not easy – it wasn’t easy to be born, or eat brussels sprouts, or to pass calculus in high school." had the right touch of whimsy and determination. As the comments imply, a reader can't help but love this character.

    Though, I will separate myself from the others and say this doesn't feel complete; it feels like the preamble to the story. I know how the Queen of the Universe feels; now I want to know how the Queen acts. Her thoughts told me some things she may have done; I now want to see her take this knowledge and, well, use it.

    Any chance of another chapter in coming weeks?

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  20. Curious and crazy - that sums up humanity.

    This story sparkles with magic. Beautiful. You should take this further, make it into a longer story or a novel.

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  21. Love the idea of the Queen of the universe smoking and having a thing for swarthy men. Such a great image! I loved the writing in the next to last paragraph--the description of her interaction with the wind--it has a flowing lilt to it that reflects the connection and reciprocity she has with the wind.

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  22. Interesting character and I like the mix of experiences too. But if she smokes Camels wouldn't she drink her coffee black?

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  23. Hi CJ, I posted an award for you on my site. You can see it here ... http://wp.me/ppRTu-cN

    Enjoy! ~ Olivia

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  24. Oh I loved the mix of whimsy and wistfullness to this piece. When you're immortal you have to find interesting ways to pass the time. Reading this today was a delightful way for me to pass some time. Thank you for sharing!!!!
    Karen :0)

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