--a bit of another story i started, but haven't finished, put it at the end of the 'to do' list.....if you have any ideas for a title, let me know , it is supposed to be about a president who is at the end of his 2nd term and decides he doesn't want to leave the white house, so he takes it over, along with some loyal followers...don't know why the alignment is off...
A morning frost settled on the White House lawn just as President Faulkner rose from a full, undisturbed six hours rest. The sun had not yet peaked through the dull gray clouds that plagued the January sky.
Faulkner was a man in his late fifties; his hair was a light Grey and his eyes shone a light blue. His body, though at first glance it seemed to be feeble and resemble the body of an eighty year old, but this was untrue.
Faulkner had jogged, exercised and ate healthy for over thirty years, and was anything but feeble. It was but a ruse he had used countless times in his political career against those who were unaware of his healthy regimen.
He threw on some jogging clothes and paused to kiss his wife who lay in their bed undisturbed; he then set out the door, closing it with ease.
Outside two secret service agents; Smith and Barnes met him. Barnes held out the morning newspaper. Faulkner paused to open it and read it but waited.
Faulkner grinned, “Ah, thank you, so how’d those Packers do yesterday Barnes?”
“They won forty two to seventeen, and made it to the conference championship.” Barnes grinned also, both Barnes and Faulkner were Green Bay Packers fans, and had been since they both were young boys, Barnes in Green Bay, and Faulkner in Madison.
“Excellent.” Faulkner said as he strode off towards the presidential kitchen, Barnes followed, being careful to stay close.
As both Faulkner and Barnes entered the kitchen, Faulkner’s Vice President; Henry Miller entered.
Miller was a tall thirty seven year old with hair a light brown color, eyes that were an almost silver color, and a firm gaze that would make even the toughest man cower in fear. His body was built slender and athletic; not muscular, but with the physique of a track or cross-country runner.
“Morning Mr. President.” Miller said.
“Morning Miller.” The President replied.
“So, our last day together as a team.” Miller said.
“Yes, that’s true ever since you won the election by a landslide.”