A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house startling the President who was sitting at her Queen Anne desk in the drawing room.
“And now what?” She reached for the tiny silver bell resting next to her computer. But before she had time to ring it, her loyal manservant, Mansell, burst through the door, pistol in hand.
“What’s happening, Mansell?”
“Revolution, Mrs President. Things are somewhat topsy-turvey. Things are not as they should be.”
“You’re probably right,” said Mrs President poking the body with an expensively slippered foot carefully avoiding the blood. “The workers?”
“Not this time. This time it’s Whitey. He’s playing up again.”
“Whitey! Why? What’s the problem?”
“Ah, they want power back. Power and the plantations. They say the Constitution has a hidden clause saying they have God-given rights.”
“Ah well, that’s okay then. Let them have it all.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“No Mansell, you fool. Call up the National Guard. And fetch me my sword.“
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It sounds like she’s experienced in this type of thing. Well done, Patrick. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you. She needs to keep power.
I love the image of Mrs. President wielding a sword. Great story.
Thank you. And she knows how to use it.
This was very well done Patrick! Kudos! Thank you for participating in the MFtS challenge! See you next week? I hope so! Be well…. ^..^
Thanks. Interesting challenge. Next week, then silence for a while as I’m away.
I hope that you have a great adventure! 🙂
Very nice…I liked the idea of Mrs President!
Oh yes. Thanks for reading.
Good story! I like the twist you took with the prompt!
Thanks.