The Canary On The Wharf
For a long time, Hanover had a job at the local station daily entertainment talk show program called “The Canary on The Wharf” until today when she found out “they had enough taped interviews after three decades to go on a long hiatus.”
That is what the long-time suit told her after she bought the three size too big latte and muffin inside the Square Canadian Café. So here she sat in business attire having another java break and staring outside using the glass to view the real world. Noticing a big sign “Be an Author Today” plastered on a building on the other side that look like a storefront display the newly out of work alcoholic thought just for a minute.
Giving lip service to the cup it was that time of day again when serious entertainment news information started to be blurred by delusional thoughts of fantasy. Like it was a scene out of a movie she was watching a group of female jugglers performing for a royal family and when they finished an announcer could be heard, “Please give a hand to the Juggettes”. Right on cue the rebuilding country leaders gave a respectful sign of approval by clapping their gloved hands.
“Warrawee u beaut, “an apprentice in the royal family approached one of the performers with a chagrin smile.
“Well thank you,” Warrawee said remembering that her blood was from the country to the north.
After leaving the stage Warrawee was back in the dressing room taking off her mask when the Prince who was an apprentice came in with the same chagrin look to make sure everything was all right,
“What do you want?” Her European native tongue waved despite knowing she was dropping her guard.
Taking a step back he reminded her in a strong tone that they were once the same country.
“That was when the bigger country controlled us all,” she could not resist his glowing optical presence.
Hanover opened her eyes and watched a patron go into the bookstore office building and decided to go over to check it out. When she went inside, she found the elevator bank and when it the door opened and the operator asked her, “what floor ma’am?”
“The one with AM Publishing on it,” was the answer.
“Oh, I get it you work for that morning talk show “The Canary on The Wharf”, right?” He started to laugh, “what you have a tell all talk show story coffee table pitch?”
“Yes, and no,” she replied thinking hard about the question as the lift started to go up, “I thought it was a nice tie in with the name AM Publishing but my idea is fiction,” she told him as the doors opened.
As the known canary on the wharf left the box Hanover could hear the doorman under his breath say, “just like most of the information on your show.”
Reaching the receptionist desk, she picked up the proper paperwork to submit a book then returned to the lift that took her back down to earth.
A few days later she sat with an Underwood typewriter that Hemingway used. She bought it on eBay from a seller named Mark Twain from Huckleberry Finn, Canada thinking this was going to give her good visions. And it did! Within a few months one paper turned into several then hundreds and after some editing a simple email was sent to the submissions department.
About a month later she was sitting inside the Square Canadian Café seeing her book “Treacherous Reign” in the bookstore display window across the street.
“There is Hanover,” two girls came into the establishment wearing their badges from the network that she used to work for before writing the successful authored work.
With naïve eyes they approached the novelist, “we are the new hosts of Alien Eyewitness Entertainment where our information is far out,” the two said in unison.
“Your information is far out?” She gave them a mature grin, “yeah did you know London’s bridge once crumbled before my show was in your time slot”
Feeling like a television sitcom visual of a network news anchor Hanover monitored the two in a zombie trance.
“I get it,” Hanover continued, “and before that Spencer was for hire and.”
Then there was an interruption when a gentleman came into the conversation, “Treacherous Reign is a best seller, Hanover,” the AM Publisher executive mentioned to the small contingent.
With their young badges spinning the two girls knew they had an out of this world story, “where did you get the Ideation, Hanover?” They asked in their style rhetoric
Taking a moment to translate the inquiry she transitioned into a mentor, “I was sitting over there and fell asleep then I had a vision,” Hanover was being honest , “It came to me sending me the message to stop juggling things in a civil war situation and write fiction.”
Coming back with a cup of tea the publishing representative wearing a three-piece suit from Pences General interjected, “And we have a Best Seller ‘Treacherous Reign’ distributed by AM Publishing.”
And the two first year hosts shouted, “far out!!”
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