A Universal Ideal (Prologue)

The Unpublished Life: Post 2 (The prologue of  one of the various stories I hope to post)

A Universal Ideal

Prologue:

            “Ms. Harding, Eric Roberts, New York Times, how did you come up with this fantastic idea?” Asked a reporter in a brown suit and brown fedora. I will never understand why those things came back in style.

“Coming up with the idea was easy, it was getting the information that was hard. Yes, it took quite a lot of time to get the information,” I replied, “I actually got an idea from one of my students by the name of Seth Anderson.” I said, while putting my arm around the Seth, who was standing to my right.  “I owe most of my success to a ten-year-old, it’s quite remarkable actually!”

“Hi, Charlotte Gilbertson, Wall Street Journal, how on Earth did you get the funding from NASA?” This woman had on a grey tweed skirt with a pink undershirt, her hair was in a bun and she had chopsticks in it.

“An old college friend of mine is actually pretty high up there so she helped me out. If I hadn’t known her none of this would have been possible,” I said as I looked over at Sarah and flashed her a little smile.

“Hi, Ms. Harding, Emma Mason, New York Post, how long did it take you to convince NASA to carry out this seemingly impossible task?” This Reporter was wearing a knit dress, the top was solid black and the bottom had purple stripes. It was very cute. I wondered if it was Armani or some cheap brand from Lord and Taylor or something like that.

“It took a lot of hard work to try and get them to accept my theory but I didn’t give up. I truly and whole-heartedly believe that that is the key to most things in life. Never giving up was the greatest this I could have done and one of the many things that made this possible,” I replied.

            “Hi, Michael Dowel, Boston Globe, how did this idea of a voyage into another universe come about?” Asked another one of them. This one had a navy suit on with a bright pink tie. He looked like his girlfriend had dressed him that morning and she probably did. Either his girlfriend or his mother, but there was no way a man that age would choose to wear something like that on his own.

            “It’s a very long story. I g-” then a reporter in the back interrupted me by shouting “We’d all love to hear it!” And just then the entire room was bursting with shouts of agreement and approval.

            “Well I guess I can tell you the whole thing,” I said.




If you want to hear more then comment, otherwise I will probably post it MUCH later.