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Inthrallis – Chapter 14

June 29, 2014

Everybody’s building the big ships and boats
Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes

“…and that is why, even though I have nothing to gain personally by assuming office, that–if you vote for me, Dick Caine–”

The first disturbance was actually limited to a relatively small area within Pope Park. The shouts of “Tell us about alandronine,” which was one of Medidyne’s kidney drugs whose side effects were still hotly debated, and boos, similarly came from just a pair of locals.

‘Troublemakers,’ many would say. They were the types who handed out fliers in Downtown of the world’s insurance capital between a few and several days a week. The pamphlets had front pages that included words like “corporate welfare,” “landlord insurance,” and “scam.” They just didn’t seem to understand that arguing with job providers in front of their HQs was a foolish thing to do in the opinions of many other locals.

Penny and Maxwell did so anyway, focusing on those rare occasions when they found a curious passerby who would listen, or someone who was in the area because they had been screwed over by one insurance giant or another. Beyond that, there was Penny’s music, Max’s artwork, and their shared love of gange and the rundown apartment that they shared in the North East of Hartford.

They barely had time to pull out the banner that they had prepared when the second disturbance occurred. Hartford police Sergeant Robert Galinas walked over. Penny looked at him and smiled. He smiled back.

Then he pulled out his service revolver and blew Penny Montaigne-Prescott’s brains across the lawn. Some blood spattered on the banner as it drifted to the ground, a small corner flapping next to Penny’s jerking leg.

A stunned Maxwell Prescott looked at Sergeant Galinsas with his mouth hanging open. The policeman took aim but before he could finish what he intended, a group of men and teenagers were on top of Max, stomping him.

The Secret Service hurriedly rushed Dick Caine and his wife to their limo. His entourage followed quickly and they were on their way to the next big campaign stop.

The situation probably would have made its way into more news outlets, but there was a larger body count in the Republic of Georgia requiring the United States to state that it would not rule out sending troops to put an end to the terrorism there. The Caine campaign responded stating merely that ‘bloodshed begets bloodshed.’

The words “CAINE MUTINY DUE TO CRAZY CAPTAIN” drifted away in the wind getting caught on a pair of bicycle wheels which were part of a sculpture nearby. The wheels squeaked round and round.


From → Inthrallis, Novels

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