Wyden in Buella’s office

Wyden In Buella’s office.

October rains wash the summer’s heat from the Savannah sky.
The cooler air is a pleasant reprieve from the swelter.

Wyden slept well that previous evening… too well!

Now he is running through the elements, tardy for an important engagement.

Awaiting patiently in her 12th floor office, the richest women in all of Georgia,
Madame Buella Bellen glances at her wall clock.

“He’s late again…”

The owner and chief managing editor of the Savannah Bellen-Revue is not known
for her forbearance, yet somehow for Wyden, an exception is usually granted.

She offers him tea and light coversation until his breathing slows,
then gracefully switches the topic to the task at hand.

“There’s a new photo assignment I’d like to offer for your consideration.”

“We want to shoot a photo essay on the launching of that battleship
those damn fool Texans have buried into the desert… Fortress S.D. Eye”.

“You know, my father had some dealings with old S.D., back when I was a little girl.
Daddy never held much regard for Mr. Eye. A most unscrupulous man was he…”

“As I was saying… this story will dovetail nicely with the new military panic
that’s sweeping our fair nation. Governor Vermin will be in attendance along with
his Texas parasites. After that you could follow them back to Austin. I’ve secured
press credentials for the Regressive party’s election eve gala. I’d like some good
shots of Vermin with froth flying from his mouth as he gives his concession speech!”