‘…and see how everybody is. I could maybe answer a few questions.’
Whilst all the male reporters fought for Maggie’s attention, Bobby and Mayor Thatcher sat behind her looking unimpressed.
‘Mrs Plebb,’ called out a female voice from the back of the group of hacks, ‘what do you feel you have to offer the country as Prime Minister? As I understand, your greatest achievement so far is to have won Big Brother, and even then, there were accusations of fixing,’ called out Maggie.
‘Yes, I remember very well your accusations of my cheating,’ said Harriet. ‘Anyway, to answer your question, Ms Saint…’
‘Mrs,’ interrupted Maggie.
‘Mrs Saint,’ continued Harriet, ‘I make people happy. For example, since becoming secretary of state, I have banned working Friday afternoons and Monday mornings. Tell me, how are your long weekends, Ms Saint?’
‘Very nice, thank you,’ stuttered Maggie.
‘Good,’ stated Harriet. ‘What the people of this country need, is somebody to care for them, somebody to nurture them, to give them what they want.’
Barry Porter stood up like a shot.
‘And what is it that you think we need, Mrs Plebb?’ he asked.
Harriet gave the reporter a huge smile and her eyes twinkled as Barry stared back at her, saliva dripping from his open mouth.
‘Well, obviously…’ she said, sitting up straight then dropping her shoulders and pushing forward her breasts, ‘…you want me.’
Barry resembled a schoolboy looking up at his female teacher he fantasized about every biology class, before slowly lowering himself back down onto his chair, placing his notepad over his groin area and hiding any obvious movement.
‘Right, that’s enough from me today,’ said Harriet. ‘The election is only a few weeks away. Remember to vote for your favourite lady.’
Harriet turned and gave the mayor and Bobby a dismissive look before jumping off the table and strutting out of the room with Edwin, her unanimated husband in tow. The reporters slowly made their way out after them, too, leaving Bobby and the mayor alone at the front of the City Hall media room.
‘This is precisely why I’m putting you in charge of the force, Bobby,’ said the mayor, ‘too many idiots getting into power, people voting for bloody celebrities. If we aren’t careful, this country is going to fall apart.’
‘Flowerboy and the Lonely Princess’ by Jams N. Roses: A short love story.
This is a short love story about how fate (and the internet) brought two young people together, who give each other the strength to face their fears and take a leap of faith.
Jesse is a timid, young man, who finds it hard to make friends in the real world, and settles for online friendships instead.
One day, with some convincing from Norman, his father, Jesse takes the plunge and asks his online friend to meet in person, only to be rejected.
Annabella already has a real boyfriend, Chris, a moody and selfish man, who over the years has stolen the confidence from his beautiful girlfriend, which is why she finds herself looking for friendship in online communities.
But after one insult too many one day, and Annabella decides to arrange a meeting with Jesse, the only person in her life who seems to care. Only on the day of the meeting she doesn’t show up…
‘The Near-Deads’ by Jams N. Roses: A short suspense story.
Emily Swann, a young and motivated journalist, drags her cameraman, Benny, to take an exclusive look into the world of Dr Stein and his private clinic, hidden in the middle of the countryside.
All his patients have been clinically dead and revived, yet none seem to be acting like they have been given a second chance at life. Benny, feeling uneasy in his surroundings, keeps filming whilst Emily and Dr Stein develop further their strange but almost instant bond.
Why does Emily have such an interest in this place?
For the Near-Deads, there is never a happy ending.
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