OK. I thought I'd give this a try. As I said to DE, you don't really want to put up with my literary efforts, but I've just had a couple of glasses
of wine, so what the hell
I leaned back on the bed, the light shining through the blinds making lines of shadow against the opposite wall. Reaching out, I picked up the glass
of orange and took a sip. It was sweet on my tongue, and made my teeth tingle. Placing it back on the bedside table, I looked across at the door of
the en-suite bathroom. I could hear him singing in the shower. My husband. The most powerful man in the world. The President.
No one expected it. Not Bush, not Kerry. No one. No one expected it except his backers and myself. It made no difference that he was relatively
unknown. I knew he would do it, there was no way he could fail, especially with the newly installed ballot systems. They functioned well enough in
2000 when Bush was installed as President, but that was just a test. This was for real.
Three years ago, November 2004, they worked perfectly - and my husband was elected President. It was a fait accompli, it was preordained. He just
And now he was the most beloved man in the world. The war against terror was at an end. Osama bin Laden was dead and his followers scattered. Saddam
Hussein was locked away. The Jews, Christians and Muslims were for once in agreement. Peace had come to earth for the first time in history. The world
loved the president and they loved me, his first lady.
Three years of peace.
And now ... I ran my hand through my silky blonde hair, and felt the birthmark just behind my hairline. I traced the mark.
I picked up the other glass of juice. The poisoned one. And offered it to him as he left the bathroom.
it was a fait accompli. It was preordained.
After all, no one said that the Antichrist had to be a man.