’Hello’ said Kirsty away from the jubilant crowd.
‘I know all about you.’ He sniped.
‘You had better beware.’
‘Beware of what. I don’t understand.’
‘Oh you will within time.’
‘I.I.I.’ stuttered Kirsty.
‘And so will the country.’
‘The Country’, she exclaimed.
Then there was a deathly silence. A silence that had made Kirsty felt afraid for the first time in her life.
Not being able to continue talking on the walkie-talkie, Kirsty called out to her P.A Joanne.
‘Yes Kirsty’ she enthused.
‘Please get me a chair and some water.’
Rushing to do as Kirsty asked, Kirsty, just remained steadfast showing nothing in what she started to feel inside, fear.
The fear of not knowing who, this person was. The fear of what he might do, or even capable of doing, as well as the fear for her life.
‘Here is a chair and some water.’
Kirsty then began to sit down, drinking the water slowly trying to remain calm at all times.
‘You are not to move. I can see you sitting by the door.
You are to say nothing, but listen only to me.
‘Who are you?’ demanded Kirsty.
‘I told you no questions; you are to shut-up.’
‘Why me?’ she demanded.
‘You don’t understand SHUT-UP. You don’t want to make me mad.’
Kirsty still holding the glass of water could no longer drink it. She wanted to put the glass on the floor. But she couldn’t.
She just remained frozen, unable to do anything in case he may not be bluffing, and actually shoot her, like the soldiers do when they are not satisfied when interrogating their prisoners of war.
Instead she reflected on the short time before, a time when everyone was happy. But even this was hard to do.
The results are as follows, shouted the announcer in the packed outBulwellTown Hall.
‘Purples 8002, Reds 7015, Blues 4001, Yellows 4000. The winner is Kirsty Black for the purple party.’
A large cheer had erupted as Kirsty made her way to the podium to claim her prize. The most ultimate prize of all, govern her town. She finally had the chance to represent them, the citizens in national government.
The tall, thin, dark-haired 39 year old stood in front of the jubilant crowd like the Prime Minister does when addressing the audience before him.
‘Thank you,’ she said clearly and precisely. ‘I want to thank you for allowing me to represent you in National Government. Your views matter and I will be your voice. You will be heard.’
Then a loud cheer erupted again as Kirsty stepped down from the podium, shaking her supporter’s.
‘Kirsty,’ exclaimed Joanne as she rushed up to her.
‘What’s wrong?’ asked Kirsty.
‘You are wanted on the walkie-talkie.’
Kirsty sitting in the chair still frozen heard the man’s voice again.
‘Are you still sitting comfortably?’
‘Who are you?’
‘I told you, you little fucking idiot no questions or else I will have to kill you.’
It was then the stark reality of the situation had begun to sink in. She wasn’t dealing with the ordinary person that she became used to speaking to. This was someone who had the power, the power to kill.
All Kirsty could do was to close her eyes, and recollect her thoughts back to a time when politics was not even on her mind. A time when she was just a florist, working hard in a small flower shop in Bulwell.
That was until one day. A meeting with a gentleman customer introduced her to a local politician from the Blue Party, some eight years earlier.
The gentleman customer known as Phillip Leruc came into the florist on many occasions. He always came into buy flowers, and deliver the knowledge of how each flower represents a different philosophical viewpoint.
Kirsty, charmed by this man’s ability to woe her, accepted his invitation immediately when he offered to take her to dinner. Despite having just finished with her ex James Frisk a property entrepreneur who spent most of his time all over Europe dealing in real estate. She really wasn’t interested in dating anyone else.
Yet, she liked Phillip. Phillip was nothing like James ever was.
Deep down this was what encouraged her to accept his sexual advances towards her, and her admiration for him could clearly be seen every time he walked into the florist, and talk to her about the flowers of love.
Phillip, tall, dark hair, well spoken and sophisticated, was nothing like the blonde shorthaired plump man she had before as her boyfriend. She was happy when, the offer of dinner came up, in the newly opened Thai restaurant onBroad Street. Kirsty made sure she dressed the part.
‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm this evening from outside the shop, don’t be late,’ said Phillip, with a smile.
‘I won’t see you later.’
It was now 5.30pm, ‘well time to lock up shop’; Kirsty muttered as she finished packing away the boxes of flowers that lay before her.
‘The day had already seemed long but 7pm seemed an eternity,’ she thought as she placed the last box in the back.
Closing the door behind her, Kirsty made her way up to the end of the street, where she had lived for most of her life with her parents. Then she veered off to the left, to her own apartment, which was situated by the train station.
It was a charming ground floor apartment. Security was the essence, as she placed the key in the electronic keypad, to let herself in. Then, she opened her own door that led to the short hallway, inside the apartment.
Kirsty now in the bath could see time flash before her. Enjoying revelling in her own thoughts of what the date would be like, ‘will he end up being like James who loved to show off to all and sundry that he was loaded, or a man who liked to spoil the woman in his life by showering her with presents?’
This encouraged her to put on her sexiest outfit, a little black silk number with a matching jacket. This made her proud of the person, whom she had caught. Like a fisherman is when he catches the ultimate fish.
He was one man whom she wanted to keep, as she finished off applying the Yves St Laurent make-up, that James had brought her some months prior to splitting up.
‘Almost done,’ Kirsty marvelled as she looked into the mirror to put on the red lipstick.
By now it was 645pm.
Kirsty remembering the words that came from Phillip, 7pm and don’t be late. She then quickly grabbed her small handbag and closed the door behind her to walk the short distance back to the shop.