GE2015 minus 16: fictional interlude #2

Posted: 21 April 2015 in fast fiction, fiction, general election 2015, politics
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As I sit in front of the keyboard, it’s just after half-past eight and this is the first chance I’ve had since this morning to write. What’s been occurring? Well, stuff. That’s it, really. But today just got completely away from me, and as a result I’m entirely at a loss as to what’s happened today in the various parties’ election campaigns. Now, while I’ve never claimed to be an expert on the policy proposals, I don’t really want to write something which, in hindsight, and with half an hour of the right research would be accurate, but that if I write it now, ignorant of the day’s events, would do nothing so much as prove to everyone I’m an idiot. I don’t mind my friends knowing I’m an idiot, but I’d rather not prove it to too many others tonight.

So, with your forebearance, I’ll provide you with a modium of entertainment, another fast fiction I wrote that has, at least tangentially, to do with legislative activites…

Title: Everyone You Don’t Know
Length: 200 words exactly

“And this…” the microphone holding man continued, “is Mrs Petula Johnson. Because your government held the Budget on a Friday, her company – which supplies cleaning services – was no longer able to employ her.”

The government minister forced a look of sincere caring to his features and shook the woman’s hand. She shot him a look that could have curdled milk, and moved off the stage rapidly.

“Next we have Peter Beaumont; he was adopted as a baby, became a Christian missionary, and solely because the department of transport increased the width of platforms at train stations, found himself standing next to his natural father.”

Beaumont strode towards the minister with a broad grin on his face, and shook the minister’s hand enthusiastically. Then he too vacated the stage.

A small chime sounded and there was an instant feeling of relaxation as the red light on the television camera went out. “Right, thank you everyone,” came a voice over the loudspeaker. “We’ve gone to the scheduled news. Back in fifteen minutes.”

The minister looked to his left, at the long queue of people waiting to scold him, or thank him.

He was sorry they’d ever passed that Law of Unintended Consequences…

© Lee Barnett, 2010

Back with something more substantial tomorrow…


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