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)
Photo: Claire Foy in “The Crown”, courtesy, Live for Film. Indie Rock song, Hold On, by OLSSON featuring Mapei, via YouTube.