Chapter 2
An Article of Fate
Mrs. Hays looked up as Elizabeth walked into the kitchen.
"Hello, Elizabeth. How was your doctor's appointment?"
"It was a doctor's appointment, how do you think it went?"
"That bad?"
"Not really, I just get the feeling that doctors actually enjoy watching me faint when they have to take blood."
Mrs. Hays laughed.
"Oh dear, you didn't hurt yourself did you?"
"No, I just got to lie down for half an hour before the doctor would let me go."
"Would you like me to make you some tea?" Mrs. Hays asked.
"No thank you. I'm going to go upstairs and finish my book."
"Okay, dear, just call me if you need me."
"I will."
Marie looked up as Luke walked in, refreshed from his excursion about town.
"Where have you been? The boss was here looking for you."
"I was just on a walk. What did you tell him?"
"I told him you had to go home and get something."
"Thanks for covering for me."
"Don't thank me just yet. I never said the boss left. He's in your office waiting for you."
"Great, just what I need right now. More nagging from the boss."
"No one ever said that being a reporter was a fun job." Marie said.
"You can say that again." Luke replied.
David Sims looked from one of Luke's many unfinished articles he had been reading as Luke walked into the office.
"Morning Mr. Sims."
"Good morning Luke."
"How are you?" Luke asked politely.
"All right, cut the formalities. I didn't come here to make small talk."
"Well, forgive me if I sound rude, but what are you here for?"
"The newspaper has decided to do a special about different writers who were friends."
"Oh, really." Luke tried to sound excited, but it was obvious that he wasn't.
Mr. Sims didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't say anything.
"Yes, it's really fascinating about how writers were influenced by other writers, and that some of their writing qualities rubbed of on one another."
"This is all really great, but what does it have to do with me?"
"I've decided that you are going to do the first article."
"Sir, I'm flattered," Luke stammered, "but as you can see I really have more to do than I can handle right now."
Mr. Sims smiled.
"I figured you might say that. That's why I've assigned all of the articles you currently have to other reporters."
"Oh, well I guess that means I have plenty of time to do this article." Luke replied, realizing that there was no way he can get out of this one.
"Excellent. I've but what your assignment is going to be, and the best places to get information on your subject in this folder. Try not to lose it among all of your other junk on this desk. I expect this article to be on my desk by the end of the week. Have a nice day Luke."
Mr. Sims picked up Luke's articles and left the room. Luke heard him tell Marie to distribute Luke's former articles to other reporters. Luke sat in his chair staring out the window for a long moment, and then sighing, he picked up the folder and looked inside.
"NO WAY! This isn't possible!" Luke dropped the folder and pressed his hand to his forehead in disbelief.
His subject: C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.
The article was finished in two days. Luke really wished Mr. Sims had picked someone else, but he got such an enthusiastic response that he forgot that he didn't want to do it in the first place. The article was an immediate hit with the public, especially a brown-haired, hazel-eyed girl whose favorite author was C.S. Lewis.
Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to update.I was hoping to get more reviewers. If you do read, please review. Even if you don't like it.Oh well. Anyway on to thethank yous:
Healing Hands: Thanks so much. I'm glad you like it so far. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
I should have a new chapter up in a few days. Until next time
Love Always
Anarea Rose
