A short story by Mike Gatt (that's me by the way)
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Part 3
The days rolled by and although both John and Dave were unemployed they still managed to be busy much of the time. Finances, somehow, never seemed to be much of a worry to them though as they both picked up odd jobs here and there which helped them stay afloat. Almost a week had passed since Dave first mentioned the Sugar Project and John still had not pronounced any verdict on it. Predictably impatient, Dave called and insisted they meet up to discuss the idea. An hour later they were sitting at a bar, John with a pint of his favourite stout and Dave, as usual, moongazing over the top of his unopened bottle of water (whether there was a moon to gaze at or not doesn’t matter). Dave had spent the first 40 minutes expounding the nitty gritty of his plan and now, slightly shell shocked, John was mulling it over.
Sugar!! Yep, that was the pillar of the plan. Dave somehow planned to create a Sugar Museum. Who, and this is what really bothered John, would ever want to visit a Sugar Museum? Oh well, that’s Dave for you… another wild plan in the coffers. It took John all day plus some to finish off that pint. He can’t be serious, John was thinking.
“As I said last time Dave, I gotta think this over.” Trying to buy time though John hated putting Dave and his ideas down.
“Hmmph” grunted Dave as he continued to gaze at nothing.
Suddenly a whole commotion roared up in the streets and many of the people in the bar were getting up with questioning glances at each other and were working their way towards the windows to try and get a view of what the cause could be.
“What the heck is going on out there?” John shouted at no one in particular, yet Dave seemed not to have noticed. Still caught up in his musings about Sugar as he was. John had to grab at his arm and drag him along as he shoved his way towards the door and outside.
A mass of humanity surged and toiled up the street, all shouting and gesticulating like an angry mob. This cacophony of noise and the chaotic scenes brought Dave back to earth.
“Hello? What’s this all about? He called, but all ignored him as they trudged on as if in a trance.
“Quick, lets get back to my place, maybe there’s something on the news..” John screamed into Dave’s ear to be heard.
“Righto” Dave mouthed back and they squeezed their way down the road to John’s small flat. Along the way they managed to pick up a few scraps of information but the general feeling was that no one really knew what was going on. George “D” it seems was the instigator of all the ruckus.
After a short fumble for the keys John and Dave burst into the cramped flat and charged for the TV. All the local news networks were awash with conflicting reports but the general them was the same – George “D” had masterminded a coup and the Prime Minister and most of his cabinet were locked up pending trial. This “D” chap was the perfect hypocrite in John’s eye as while he claimed to embrace democracy and its values he would then go on to declare that politics and politicians were the curse of democracy.
Part 4 next week...... keep tuned to catch the next instalment!
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