The Strike (standard:drama, 1156 words)
Author: Jennifer Green	Added: May 17 2001	Views/Reads: 3678/2399	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Massive labor strike spreads from San Francisco across the United States. How will the country survive?

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was, barely able to survive, while her customers threw hundreds of 
dollars away every day betting on their golf game.   She looked around 
her dismal apartment, and decided to join the strikers.  How much worse 
could things get?  She was so tired of struggling, day after day, just 
to survive.  Maybe something would be done if they all acted together. 

She stayed out of work the next day, just cleaning the apartment,
shopping, getting caught up.  The day after that, she stayed out again. 
 She slept late, then took a long bubble bath.  It was so nice to be 
able to relax a bit.  The third day she was awakened at 8:15 a.m. by 
her boss's voice on the phone. 

"Linda, will you please tell me what is going on?  When do you plan to
stroll back in to work?" Henry, the restaurant manager, said. 

"I'm on strike!" 

"On strike!  What the hell does that mean?" 

"I'm tired of working for minimum wages while everyone else gets rich
off my back.  You must have heard about the labor strikes going on." 

"You get in here tomorrow morning or else you'll be fired.  If you don't
want to work, you don't have to, we'll find someone else."  He hung up. 


Linda sighed, hung up the phone and got a beer. 

Over the next several weeks, gradually the State of Emergency smothered
the strike.  Although there were some hot spots, things began to get 
back to normal.  The President, partly to relieve the outcry in the 
press about civil rights, instructed Congress to appoint an 
investigative committee into unfair labor practices.   Some influential 
business leaders and educators formed a group to encourage industry and 
commerce to use more equitable labor practices.  George Brand was still 
making speeches, but most people soon forgot about the strike, other 
than the occasional headline or human interest story in the newspaper. 

Linda walked back into work two weeks after she first left.  When she
arrived, her boss asked her to come to his office right away. 

She sat down and lit a cigarette. 

"Well it's nice to see you back again, Linda.  Did you have a nice
vacation?" 

"Yeah, sure.  You wanted to talk to me?" 

Suddenly his voice changed.  "What I want is for you to wipe that smirk
off your face, and give me a blow job, otherwise you are fired.  And if 
you pull anything like this again, you will be canned for good, you 
understand me?" 

She looked at him.  God, he wasn't kidding!  She thought about her kids,
the bills pilling up.  Oh what the hell, what else could she do?  She 
went over to him, did what he asked, and then sighed, washed up, and 
went back to work. 

The next month, Jeff became a partner in his law firm.  Barbara decided
to redecorate the living room, although it had only been a couple of 
years since they had moved into their new house. 


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