Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
The first time they dropped the bomb, people were shocked. The sheer overwhelming incomprehensible scale of the destruction. The loss of life, the ruin of history and civic life. The second time they dropped the bomb, people were stunned. The opposition called it a travesty. Judges and lawyers and academics and teachers spoke out against it. The third time the dropped the bomb, it fell on the opposition, the judges and lawyers, the academics and teachers who spoke out against the second bomb. The third bomb they dropped for spectacle. To celebrate the crowning of the new Queen, the Queen of the mushroom cloud, a fourth bomb was exploded in a small village in her honour.
“I have no idea but one.” said the Queen, upon her inauguration. “Our society is better now. People cannot be fixed. One simply removes the broken ones. We who are left shall make a new world. A better world. Where there is no crime or grime or unexpected ideas that frighten the children and visit our sleeping minds.”
“The bomb, the mushroom cloud has cleansed us.” She mounted the platform but could not take her place upon the throne.
“Someone’s been sitting on my chair.” Someone indeed had been sitting on her throne. And they were still there. It was a small boy.
“You exploded my dog.” He said to the Queen. “I think your bombs are bad.”
The airforce officials surrounding the Queen looked at one another. This was not the plan. They moved towards the boy, ready to lift him from the throne.
“I think your bombs are bad.” He repeated. “But my bombs are good. Especially the one in your crown.”
Before the Queen could throw the crown from her head, ‘POP’, went the crown and ‘poof’ went her head in a puff of smoke.
But the Queen did not fall over. She stayed completely upright and, from her smoking neck, a strange voice shrieked “Arrgghg!” Get the boy!”
The airforce blokes did not know what to do. What was that thing they thought had been their Queen. Is it human? How is it still alive and speaking?
Next minute, a spaceship descended from the clouds and hovered above the platform.
“People of Earth!” Came the sound of the loudspeaker. “Submit to our will. Hand over your chocolates and bananas and Karl Stefanovic and ten Hong Kong dollars and we will go in peace.”
And the people celebrated. Because although they mourned the loss of all of the chocolate and bananas in the world, they were happy that Karl had gone to share his unique talents with someone, anyone else in the universe. It was worth it.