Cheap Thrills (6 Thrilling reads) by Luis Samways Page A

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    ‘I agree,’ says Mrs Harriet
    Mr Conway gets up from his seat and stretches his arms. His bulk is evident from a good few feet away. The sheer sight of the man invokes fear into everyone, including Mrs Harriet.
    He walks over to Mrs Harriet and spins the chair she is on around, to face him. He starts to stroke her face in a menacing way.
    ‘You did good Mrs Harriet, real good,’ he says
    She blushes, trying to hide the uncertainty she feels.
    ‘I appreciate your support sir’
    ‘Now about that disciplinary action…’ he says, still caressing her.
    ‘I thought you said there would be no action taken against me?’
    ‘Well, a lashing is what I consider disciplinary action, what I have planned for you is a lot more enjoyable and whole lot less painful, you could even say you would enjoy it’
    Mrs Harriet closes her eyes and composes herself, trying to fight off the urge to break this man’s fingers. She can’t fight back, she needs to pucker up and knuckle down. The country is depending on her.
    ‘As you wish,’ she says while undoing her blouse.

Twenty Five
    DeShaun is sipping on another hot cup of coffee, this time in his own office. He’s working some files on his computer when a man comes bursting through the door. He’s a tall man, slender build, wearing an officer’s uniform. He salutes DeShaun and stands at attention. All this is making DeShaun feel uneasy, he doesn’t like being saluted, he isn’t in the army after all, but the army people salute all government officials, for it is the government these men and women fight for.
    ‘What’s the problem?’ DeShaun asks as he sips on his coffee some more
    The officer looks at him and shakes his head, trying to excrete some words out of his own mouth.
    ‘There has been an attack on 48 th street, Manhattan sir’
    ‘What sort of an attack? Planes?’
    ‘No sir, a group of armed men dressed in body armour opened fire and killed two hundred and eighty seven people, including thirty two police officers’
    DeShaun gets up from his seat, feeling woozy at the sound of the news he is receiving.
    ‘You’re kidding me?...What about the combusting people? Why are parts of New York untouched by this virus?’
    ‘I don’t know sir, but reports are coming in that after the attack, the Manhattan area is now experiencing the same viral symptoms that Brooklyn is experiencing’
    ‘So these armed men could be linked with this virus?’
    ‘It looks that way sir, there’s one more thing,’ says the officer
    ‘What?’
    ‘The Mayor is missing’

Twenty Six
    Ray has been walking through the sewer system now for an hour. He’s walked past the ladder he climbed down yesterday and now finds himself exploring the depths of the sewer.  Its dark and cold down there, a feeling that he has grown accustom to since all this has gone down. He feels as if his life is near its end. A life that maybe he didn’t live to its fullest. He hasn’t always been happy; hell he has never been happy. He was all too consumed with the mundane details of life to enjoy the true great things in it. His work had been his hobby. His money had been his love. He never had a serious relationship. Many women would run for the hills after realising what type of man he is. A man that consumes himself with work ethic and drive. A man who doesn’t really see a women for more than a night’s work, and a lifetime’s burden. He nearly found the right girl back a few years ago, it turned into more than a one night thing but unfortunately his work got in  the way again.
    Now he finds himself wondering those same things, is his survival getting in the way of what is really happening? Should he be concentrating on the mysteries of this strange time he is living in? That’s why he brought his laptop down with him in the first place. Maybe it’s time he starts to make something of himself. He gathers that there are many capable people up above that could be doing the same thing he is