Howl to the Chief

by uselessness

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The morning it all started, Kate was up before me and the bed was covered in dog hair.

I put on my slippers and walked to the den, where I found my wife on the davenport, looking worried. “Honey, did Roscoe get in the house last night?” I asked.

“Shhh,” she hushed, and motioned toward the television.

An anchorwoman was speaking gravely. “For those just joining us, late breaking news: President Graham was found dead in his Treaty Room about an hour ago. At this moment the cause of death is uncertain, but we’ve heard early reports of some kind of wild animal attack in the White House. Investigators are currently looking into security camera footage and a trail of muddy paw prints at the scene. We’re joined by senior political reporter Jack Regent, live in Washington…”

“This is absurd. Why haven’t I heard anything yet?” I shouted.

“They just found him, Louis. Maybe you should call in.”

“I’m the Vice President, for God’s sake! Shouldn’t I be the first to know? Shouldn’t I? Whatever happened to protocol?”

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Howl to the Chief

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Jack Regent, what a perfect name for a senior political reporter. Bizarre, dark and humorous story.

  2. Howl to the Chief

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Ooh, I like it. Murder at the highest levels of government. And extra fun if you’re hinting at what I think you’re hinting at…strange bedfellows and all that.
    LoA

  3. Howl to the Chief

    Ana Cristina's Buddy Icon Ana Cristina

    Posted 5 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    This is intriguing. But what’s up with the dog hair?! You need to continue this. Oh, I love the title, too. Very apropos.
    LoA

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