‘Ladies and Gentlemen, the Infamous Moon Rope’ Part 4
Mayor Denver Footswerve cleared his throat before he spoke. He thought this made him sound more mayoral.
‘I think I speak for all of us here when I say how pleased we are to have your best minds working on our behalf, Captain Lorimer.’ The Mayor paused and I am beginning to wonder whether pausing is as contagious a social habit as yawning.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, I am aware that we are all aware of just precarious the situation sounds but I can’t help wondering, from a Public Relations perspective, whether it will in any way be possible to temper bad news of this magnitude with some good news, no matter how small that good news might be?’
The Mayor looked at Captain Lorimer and she could see panic in his eyes. Being mayor was the only thing he had ever wanted and now it looked like someone was going to go and spoil it before he had the chance to enjoy it.
There was no good news.
‘There was no good news,’ Mayor Footswerve said later to his wife, Peculia, as he ate his tea. ‘People are going to start blaming me if the world ends while I am in office.’ Mayor Footswerve pushed the peas around his plate.
‘They already blame me for everything already and I have only just been elected. I can’t imagine how Panic Town will react if something cataclysmic and world-ending happens while I am Mayor.’
Peculia could find no words to comfort her troubled husband.