He’d insisted on arriving by helicopter. Helicopter! She stood on the roof dutifully, at a safe distance from the helipad, her honey-blond locks whipping around her face. Her boss, Ed, the station manager, sighed deeply. He was as annoyed as she.
Finally, the helicopter touched down and Ron emerged, wearing a flashy suit in a color that could only be described as neon tangerine. His hair, held in place by layers of hairspray, didn’t move as he walked toward them with a swagger.
He greeted Ed first, ignoring Veronica’s extended hand.
“Can you get me a coffee, honey?” Ron asked, not bothering to look at her.
Her eyes narrowed. She ignored his request and decided to head inside. “I’ll see you at six.”
“Wait, what?!” Ron yelled after her. “YOU’RE my co-anchor? YOU’RE going to read MY news??? But you’re a…a…”
She smiled tightly. “Let’s stay classy, Ron.” She disappeared inside the building as Ron stared after her, dumbfounded.
“I’m going to marry that woman,” he said, to no one in particular.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The picture prompt this week reminded me of the opening scene of one of my all-time favorite movies, Anchorman.