Everyone at the state dinner was shaking and trembling. Some people were vomiting while three suffered a heart attack in the aftermath of Jezi the Snow Monster from Uranus picking the White House off the ground and dropping it back in place. Pictures of the many presidents went crashing to the floor. There was a crack in the ceiling of the state dining room and one of the chandeliers fell to the floor and broke into many pieces. The EMT’s were on the scene as well as the Metropolitan Washington DC Police, the US Marshalls, the Secret Service, several ambulances, and the Atomic Soldiers. Ambassador Theodore Kingsley-Landon sat at the dining table shaking like a leaf. His wife Isadora sipped her wine as though nothing had happened. Theodore managed to pull out his phone and call the British Embassy.
“Sir Croighton, it’s me Theodore. Have you heard the news? It’s earth-shaking and mind-boggling but that monster from Uranus picked the White House right off the ground and dropped it right back. I’m going to call Thaddeus, our driver, to come pick us up. It’s a nightmare here. I’m going to put in for a transfer back to London and work at the home office. I’ll go back to working with MI6. I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Right you are, my good fellow. Let me call Thaddeus, and he’ll be there to pick you up.”
“Thank you kindly, Andrew.”
“Always here to serve.”
President Konstantin Antonopoulos was breathing into a bag. The EMT was helping him try to get his breath. They checked his vitals and listened to his heart. His blood pressure was 180/100. The EMT was worried. He called Dr. Paccini at Walter Reed Hospital, and he ordered him to rush the president to the hospital immediately and administer some low dose aspirin and an IV. The president was rushed to the hospital per the doctor’s orders.
Mrs. Antonopoulos passed out, and they rushed her to the hospital as well. Prime Minister Vincent Manicotti from Canada left with his wife on his arm, two bodyguards, and his executive assistant. Their limousine drove them directly to the Dulles Airport where another group of his entourage was there with his suitcases, and they boarded the Boeing 787, a supersonic jet, and the prime minister’s own personal airplane. They were up and off into the midnight sky.
Meanwhile, British Ambassador Theodore Kingsley-Landon was in his private limousine, his wife beside him with her little J-musicpod, listening to God knows what, and he was on his bingphone calling the British prime minister, Paul Donovan, III, even though it was 5am in London.
“Good evening or good morning, Paul. This is Theodore Kingsley-Landon, and I have something so horrific to tell you, my good chap. That Snow Monster from Uranus, the one who is called Jezi, he was here at the White House and he lifted this historical mansion right off the ground and then slammed it back down in place. People were throwing up, having heart attacks, etc. and the president was brought to Walter Reed. Our Canadian prime minister, Vincent flew out of here and back to Ottawa. I’ll call him later. I need to return to the UK. I want to work at the home office. I no longer want to stay and be the ambassador here in America,” uttered Theodore, barely able to breathe. The evening had worn him out.
The prime minister was still groggy and wasn’t sure if he heard Theodore correctly. “Theodore, my good man, you don’t sound well at all. Did I hear you correctly? Did you say that Snow Monster from Uranus lifted the White House off the ground and then slammed it back down? That seems so incredulous, my dear fellow.”
“Incredulous, but all quite true Mr. Prime Minister. Paul, it was simply dreadful! The newspapers will have the whole story tomorrow morning,” said Theodore, his voice barely audible.
Suddenly, a loud booming voice screamed at him. “There will NOT be anything in the newspaper tomorrow! But you are both going to help me!” bellowed Jezi. Theodore passed out.
The Prime Minister kept talking, “What was that loud voice? Theodore! Are you there, good fellow? Theodore!”
Jezi knocked Mrs. Kingsley-Landon out. Theodore was unconscious. Jezi threw the driver, Thaddeus, out and took over as the chauffeur. Where oh where would they be going?
Continue to Part 10 soon.
About the Author
Cel
ine Rose Mariotti is an accomplished writer whose work has appeared in magazines all over the USA, Canada, England, Scotland, Australia and India. Some of those magazines include: Night Roses, Green’s Magazine, Poet’s Review, Poet’s Art, Tombigbee, Offerings, Poets at Work, Hindu Young World, Magnolia Quarterly, Lone Stars Magazine, Pablo Lennis, Poetsespresso, Artifacts, Quantum Leap, Frost Fire Worlds, Children’s Magazine of India, Tigershark Publishing, Atlantean Publishing, Pink Chameleon, FreeXpression, Northern Stars Magazine, Creative Inspirations, Utopia Science Fiction Magazine, Poesis, Rainy Day Poems, and many more.
Bewildering Stories has accepted some of her poems for publication and Shemom has accepted two of her poems. Altered Reality Magazine has published several of her poems. She has had several books published. The books are: “Olivia MacAllister, Who Are You?” Another book is “I’m Too Young to be President” published by Clayborn Press of AZ. “Leapy the Frog” was published by Magbooks of HongKong. WriteWords.com published “I Have a Friend on Jupiter”; “Minister’s Shoes” and “Minister’s Corporate Escapades.” And some other books she self-published: “Through Celine’s Eyes,” “Words of Inspiration,” and “Red, White and Blue,” all poetry books and a nonfiction book, “What Corporate America is Really All About.” She has also self-published “I Hear The Banjo Playing,” a ghost story. Her newest book is “The Return of George Bowman,” a sequel to “I Hear the Banjo Playing.” Hierath Publishing has published her book “Atomic Soldiers.” He has also accepted her other two books-“Out There in Space” and “The Rebellion.” Celine has a B.S. degree in Business Administration with a minor in English from Sacred Heart University in Fairfield, CT. She plays the guitar and banjo; has her own home business, CRM Enterprises and her own online newsletter she publishes. She lives with her family in Shelton, CT. She loves Las Vegas and she loves to watch the soap operas.
