People thronged around the marquee which had been erected on the tennis courts. Nobody knew why their little Lancashire village had been picked, but who’d question the Office of the US President?
The Women’s Institute had been tasked with preparing the celebratory supper. Mrs. Doubtworthy had suggested that they pop down to Asda for a brace of Hall’s haggises, but the other members of the WI were resolute. The haggis would be made from scratch.
Mr. Greenwood was ready with the requisite musical accompaniment. Everyone was familiar with his bagpiperly skills which he regularly practiced of a Saturday morning, when most civilized people were still abed.
At precisely 7pm, the motorcade swept into the village. Besuited security men shepherded their charge into the marquee, where the Mrs. Duckinworth, chair-lady of the Parish Council, bid him sit at the head of the table.
Mr. Greenwood’s pipes heralded the haggis which was laid before the President. Miss Lynch, the former language teacher, began the address.
The President prodded his haggis with a fork. ‘You Scottish people eat this stuff?’
Mrs. Duckinworth frowned. ‘Sir, we’re not Scottish. This is Lancashire.’
The President’s advisers muttered amongst themselves.
Mr Davies, the Geography teacher intervened. ‘Perhaps you’d intended to visit Lanarkshire?’
‘Whatever,’ growled the President. ‘I’m here now and I’m hungry.’ He stabbed a piece of haggis and thrust it into his mouth.
The room fell silent as he chewed.
‘Ugh! What is this?’ the President spluttered. ‘Forget my Scottish roots. Go get me a burger.’
Written in response to a prompt from Susan T. Braithwaite
Genre Scribes Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #30
The challenge this week was tennis.
Author’s note: I strayed far from the word prompt, not wanting to pass up the opportunity of writing about something so topical and so appropriate to Susan’s proud Scottish heritage. Burns Night, 25th January.
I give you the ‘Address to a Haggis’ by Robert Burns:
Hall’s haggis from British Supermarket, Asda – no relation, by the way!
Sadly for you US and Canadian folks, haggis has been illegal in your countries since 1971.
I shall be popping into our local Spar for mine tomorrow.