Daydream
"KENT" Perry yelled from inside his office.
Clarks head snapped up from his desk at the sound of that very enraged voice. He groaned.
Clark had been having the most wonderful dream. He and Lana had gone for a horse ride in the field by his farm and had decided to stop for a picnic under a large oak tree that provided plennty of shade. She was settled between Clarks legs and leaning back against his chest, and he was resting his cheek against her silky hair and whispering to her. Clark couldn't remember what it was he was saying, but at some point she lifted her angelic face to his and he said,"I'll never leave you" and kissed her to show that he ment it.
Clark sighed.
It was good while it lasted anyway. He silently walked into Perry's office.
"What is this?!" Perry bellowed as soon as Clark entered the room and threw a glossy magazine at his head. Clark caught it before it could get him full in the face and looked down at the magazine.
On the cover was a goddess, better known as Lana Lang. A photographer must have come by later and taken photos of Lana.
"Um, sir. It's an interview I took with Lana Lang."
"YES Clark, I see that. Why didn't you inform me?"
"Well I was under the impression you wouldn't print an interview with a widow. That it wasn't news and the Planet wasn't a gossip magazine."
"This is Lana Lang! Of course we'll print an interview with her!"
Clark raise dhis eyebrows and Perry sighed.
"How much did you get for this article?"
Clark drew the chech reciept out of his jeans pocket. Perry snatched it from him and studied it for a moment.
"I'll double this for the next interview with Ms. Lang."
"Wow sir. A-are you serious?"
Of course he was.
" I want you to get a day in the life story on her. The public wants to nkow how this wonderful woman is coping with her common yet uncommon loss."
"Yes,sir!"
"Goodman Kent. Now LEAVE"
Clark couldn't conceal the smile took over his face as he walked back to his desk in the busy newsroom.
I wonder if Lana likes horses...
