Katie Holmes lied on her back, her legs separated by stirrups, as the female obstetrician examined Katie’s dilated vagina, the headtop of the baby starting to show.
“Push,” said the doctor.
Katie held her breath and struggled to move the baby. She then let out a big breath.
“How long? How long have I been doing this?” asked Katie with her eyes closed, struggling not to cry in front of Tom who was standing at her side.
“About two hours,” said the doctor.
“I can’t…” said Katie, catching herself.
“Let’s try again,” said Tom. (more…)
Martie Maguire tried to think of her children as she listened to Natalie Maines go on and on about Bush. Martie’s sister, Emily Robison, held a “Venti” size latte from Starbucks in her right hand as she lazily plucked the low E string with her left forefinger on an acoustic guitar that sat in her lap. Natalie was pacing as the two sisters listened. (more…)
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran, sat on an unfinished teak chair in a large room with a red carpet, white walls and a cheap drop ceiling. The large wraparound windows that formed this empty corner conference room of the Iranian Finance Building in Tehran was on the seventh floor facing a traffic circle. The air conditioners filled the room with a calm hum, and the hazy day diffused the sunlight washing the room with a soft easy glow. (more…)
The Prophet Muhammad sat in a large brown leather chair with wide arm rests. The Prophet was in a large oval office dimly lit by up-lighting from the single built-in shelf that ran along each side of the oval walls. On the shelf was an occasional soap stone animal figure, ranging from a seal to a polar bear to various birds. The Prophet rubbed his hands up and down the thick arm rests, feeling the leather, examining it as if he had never felt such smooth leather before. He was wearing a turban and a black robe. He had a beard and short hair, both black and flecked with grey. His skin glistened like dark porcelain. The Prophet smiled as he looked around the room. His teeth were perfect and as white as the snow he had never seen. (more…)
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