(Photo by Managua Gunn)
By day, I stand guard at the royal palace. A tedious job, but I relieve the boredom by checking out the girls as they pass by in their tight skirts and low-cut tops.
The highlight of my watch, however, comes when the queen greets the crowd near my post. I critique her walk, wave, hair, clothes. She is beloved by her people but a bit on the dowdy side.
I wish she would stop by the club some evening and catch my after-hours act. She could use some fashion pointers and lessons in body language from a fellow queen.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, June 21, 2013.)