*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1991670-The-Presidents-Club
Rated: E · Other · Nonsense · #1991670
Where all good Presidents should be
When I first approached the pearly gates of Heaven, I have to admit I was feeling extremely confused. One minute I'm sitting in the back of the motorcade, soaking up the Texan sun, and the next I find myself among a confused rabble shambling towards some distant light like zombies.
         The pain in the back of my head was excruciating, and my neck felt like Joe Frazier just landed one on my chin.
         In spite of my critics, I'm an intelligent man. I knew I was dead.
         The strangest thing was that I could still smell Jackie's perfume, my final gift to her, chosen by an aid. It saddened me a little to think that I could have chosen better.
© Copyright 2014 Robert Martin (rmartin at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1991670-The-Presidents-Club