Pursuing Inner Strength

"What I wanted to happen was,” Princess Bella Russia exclaimed into an intercom telephone making military guard Chapman sitting there listening intently flinch.

Feeling very alone despite being independent the modern-day knight who served under the affluent perceived royal leader wanted more information about the intentions the young brash figure head needed in the situation. Suddenly everything went dead and the fashionably dressed Prada sat down in her executive chair mimicking the American corporate stage.

“What I wanted to happen was,” she repeated the dialogued line now speaking directly towards Sgt. Chapman, “People to embrace my financial gratitude and enjoy the riches.”

“No one ever wants just to say ‘no’ to money,” the Sgt. agreed.

“Strawberries?” Princess Bella Russia offered, “they come from my private fields.”

“No, Princess Bella, I am allergic, and they will give me blisters on my feet.”

Putting a pencil used to draw designing sketches on the bright red color lips that left kissable markings the modern-day woman demanded, “we need to find out this invisible strength, I mean how dare them not bow down to my check writing attitude.”

Later that day Sgt. Chapman found himself patrolling the mall when he came across a gag gift store and something made him stop to notice the display in the window. “Gaper Wonders,” the box stated showing a reflective glass in the shape of an apple.

Going inside he asked a sales individual for the product then proceeded to check it out. Since another day was done in his life Sgt. Chapman followed a long and winding road home. Unlocking all the security devices the darken apartment was now deemed a castle.

Placing the mirror on the table he stared at it only to conjure up a video showing Princess Bella Russia reading a poem about loving birds and bees not needing money.

“Exactly what do you want?” When the question finished glass shattered “Money?”

Haunted by the thought Sgt. Chapman felt an energy from above commanding him to pick the phone and dial a contact at Rigby publishing, “Eleanor,” he said into the receiver, “can you put me in touch with a paperback writer?”

“Do you want the one with two girls for every boy or the one serenading a lonely girl?” Eleanor answered.