The Great Meeting Room

The Great Meeting Room

The Great Meeting Room

by Raymond Helkio Sticky Pulp Press Š December 2000, October 2011 ISBN 978-0-9878284-0-8

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The Great Meeting Room

They were about to meet each other for the first time.

Each person had been carefully selected based on their response to an ad that appeared in newspapers around the globe.

Help Wanted Help us make the world a better place—before it’s too late.

Only the most powerful and influential grown-ups should apply (in confidence): box 2112

Sunshine was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her beauty made her so famous that she had millions of fans who would do anything she asked.

Andrew ran a very successful law firm that gave its profits to charity.

Tom opened a chain of soup kitchens to feed hungry people all over the world.

Through her hard-edged negotiation skills, Lori had learned how to make big corporations give her mountains of money.

The money is used to build a giant monkey bar that would one day connect all the kids around the planet.

And there were many more.

In the first year, the group spent a month meeting behind closed doors – miles from anywhere.

Days and nights were spent sharing ideas to solve the problems of the world.

Something drastic had to be done and these were surely the people to do it.

Unknown to the group, two small boys were approaching The Great Meeting Room.

The boys had been traveling the world, searching for a better home.

A more understanding place in the world.

They knew many things about how the world could be a better place.

They wanted to be heard.

They walked up to The Great Meeting Room.

But the door was locked.

The smallest of the boys stood on his toes and peeked through the keyhole.

The two boys took turns looking through the keyhole.

They saw lots of mad grown-ups, shouting at one another.

Something was wrong.

Indeed, something was wrong.

The room fell silent.

Not a word was spoken, but volumes were heard.

Again, the boys knocked on the door.

Silence was the only sound they heard.

Maybe the grown-ups would hear them knocking?

But the door was locked.

Tight.

So they waited.

And waited.

After several days the boys grew tired of waiting.

And fonder of one another.

The boys picked up their belongings and turned to the horizon.

They had found what they came looking for.

The two boys clasped hands and started to walk away.

With The Great Meeting Room barely in sight, the oldest of the boys turned for a final look.

But the door was still locked.

The End.

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