Ivor Ebony awoke in a bed fit for a king…or at least, a mayor. This mayor-sized bed had ruffled sheets of purple velvet, pillows of golden silk filled with the finest fluff and beside him, slumbering gently, was his wife. A beautiful woman with golden blond curls and a smooth face that defied age. Her name was Harmony, but to him, she was Perfect Harmony.
She turned in the covers and gave a soft yawn, inspiring her husband to grin and run a finger across her cheeks. They were as soft as the pillows.
"Quite a wild night," she sighed, leaning on her pillow.
The mayor grinned like a maniac. "You bet, dear. That was one hot, steamy…cuddle session! Exactly what I needed after a long day of mayor-y mayor stuff!"
Ivor laid back on the pillow with his arms crossed behind his head. "They say, when it comes to major hugging action, I'm number one in the biz!"
His wife rolled her eyes with a kind smile. and turned over again. The mayor had a fixed grin as he pondered what exactly he would be doing today. It seemed when it came to being the big cheese and head honcho of Business Park, his work was never done…in fact, it was only just beginning. He kicked his feet back and sprang from the bed. Excited to tackle the day like he has tackled his wife in a hug last night.
***
With his face covered in shaving cream, Ivor looked like a mayoral Santa with a big white beard. But as he wiped his face clean, it revealed the face of a dark, tan and handsome man with an elegant mess of bushy black hair and wily brown eyes. Beneath his beaky nose was a fuzzy mustache–the only facial hair he kept around his lips because his wife said she liked it.
Playfully messing around, Ivor drew the razor close to it, making a buzzing noise, but as he did, his body trembled and everything went white.
There was a bright flash in his eyes. For a split second, he could have swore he saw someone in his mind's eye. An older teen. She has long brunette hair and matching brown eyes. A dopey looking button nose and a wide, sheepish grin. She sported a pink attorney's outfit. He could even hear her giggle and trivial remarks about pop culture and fashion.
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Who was she? A family friend? Someone's daughter? His daughter? Or…
In utmost shock, he drew the razor away from his mustache, accidentally nicking his cheeks.
"Gah…" he gasped, seeing the slight cut in his cheeks.
"Are you okay, dear?" Harmony asked from the bedroom.
"Nothing, sweetums!" Ebony shouted back. "I'm just so cutting edge and fashionable, it finally caught up with me!"
He fixed a white band-aid on his face and smiled. Much like that vision of that girl, the cut was insignificant. "Tis but a flesh wound," he chuckled to himself, quoting his favorite Morty Anaconda British comedy film that drove his wife bananas.
He suited up in his favorite black and white mayor tuxedo and prepared to welcome the day with open arms. The man skipped downstairs to read his itinerary for the day.
***
The kitchen of his mayoral manor was equally impressive. A large marble island table in the center was stacked with a massive pile of the mayor's favorite brain-food: Bananas. He immediately reached for a bunch and began to strip them of their skin. Pasted on the aluminum fridge door was a schedule for the man. Gobbling down the sweet morsel of fruit, he read them aloud. "10:00 AM: Head downtown to honor the grand opening of Dali's Deli and give them the key to the city. Note to self: Don't give them the real key!"
The mayor scratched his head. "I didn't even know there was a real key!"
His eyes traveled down the line. "11:00 AM. Be prepared to kiss babies because mayors do that for some reason."
"Yuck!" the mayor exclaimed sticking out his tongue. "That's the only thing I hate about this job. Snot nosed doody monsters."
Lastly, at 12:00 PM, there was a note that said, "Meet up with Chief Rita O'Law to discuss the infrastructure plans for the city."
Suddenly, Ebony's eyes dilated. "O'Law ..O'Law?!"
A voice echoed throughout his brain with another blinding flash in his eyes. "Oh Lawd!" said a perky, teenage and very pasty sounding girl's voice. It sounded like it belong to some air headed girl whose voice he had heard a millions time, and yet had forgotten again.
He had been forgetting a lot over these past few months. His brain was so geared towards being the best mayor ever (and breathing) that it forgot anything else.
But then it hit him. The mayor realized where he had seen her. It was that attorney Hawkins who had helped him get elected by discrediting Monty Banks. That's who it was. No one of big importance anymore.
Ivor Ebony finished his bunch of bananas. The overdose of natural sugar and potassium had revitalized him and woken him up better than a cup of joe.
He threw the banana peels in the dustbin, along with his pesky visions of Mina Hawkins. He was ready to bring perfect harmony to his favorite city and nothing would get in his way.