This is the 125th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
The PM, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 4th April 2013
Word count: 645
Life returned to normal slowly. The war, the insurgency, and the victory, they had taken months, but life after was slow.
It wasn’t hard for Doctor Hammersmith to understand why, everywhere you looked signs of the occupation stared you in the face. Empty homes, possibly from those that fled the cities not yet to return, most likely they were slaughtered.
Still life went on, and it was Doctor Hammersmith’s job as Prime Minister to make sure it did. Which was why this very day he was sat behind his desk at his office in York about to sign into law an order for mandatory service for everyone over the age of fourteen to apply for no more than ten years.
It was the most extreme law he had passed, but a nation in shock and mourning would not survive, life must go on.
“Margaret,” he called, and in moments the Prime Minister’s secretary popped her head round the door.
“Fetch me Cooper Sinclair,” he instructed her.