The Storm of the Century

It is the most ferocious storm to hit the Irish west coast in living memory. High winds and battering seas will hit towns and villages at any moment. This is Felicity Reigns, stay with channel WTR for continuous coverage of the imminent destruction…

 

‘Hello? Excuse me… Hellooo?’ sang Georgina. She tapped the front desk bell harder this time. Can they hear anything over that blaring television she wondered?

One Minute… five minutes.

The hotel wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. She pulled the brochure from her bag.

‘Finest and most experienced matchmaker in Ireland! Trust Mac Finnegan with your future happiness. Mac knows better about what’s best for you!’

Okay so it wasn’t Shakespeare, but with her track record Georgina didn’t have much to lose.

She suspected things in Ireland to be, well vintage, to put it politely, but this hotel was pushing it. She’s never seen so many shades of brown in one place. It even smelled brown, like someone was growing mushrooms in the basement. Green, white, and orange paper streamers hung from the lobby ceiling framing the banner-

WELCOME to Destiny Duets!

Fifth Annual Matchmaking Festival

At Finnegan’s Hotel and Pub

Where Blissful Love Awaits!

No mistake, this was the place.

Welcome back to our coverage of The Atlantic Ocean Attacks: Assault on Ireland, this is Felicity Reigns. WTR always brings you the best coverage, even if when it means being out in the fray at great personal peril. We now go live to the very brave Nigel Snow on the coast. Nigel? Are you there Nigel?

 

Was this the only channel in Ireland? For two days all Georgina had seen was Nigel Snow ‘waiting on the coast for the end of the world’. She was ready for him to drown already. If he had any mercy for his audience he’d throw himself into the sea as a sacrifice to save the rest of us.

‘Hello? Is anyone there?’

Boxes thudded to the floor behind the reception wall.

‘Yes! Yes! Hello there!’ A gentleman with frizzy white hair sprang from the doorway.

‘So sorry to keep you waiting Miss. You must be here for our festival!’ Was I that obvious, thought Georgina?

‘Yes, Georgina Chapman.’

‘Pleased to meet you Georgina Chapman!’ running his hand across his wiry salt and pepper beard.

‘Quite the storm we’re having wouldn’t you say?’ he asked swaying back and forth uncomfortably.

‘Mac Finnegan is my name! I’m the host of your event and the proprietor of this fine hotel. There’s been a slight delay with your room I’m afraid.’ His eyes darted across the desk looking for a quick solution.

“Has Michael arrived yet?’

‘Michael… uh Michael…’ An awkward grin spread across his face.

“Michael Logan? He’s my first match for the festival!’ Perfect in every way on paper, she was certain that Michael was the one. Everything else was simply a formality, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer than necessary. She’s waited far too long to find her perfect match and she wasn’t interested in postponing her perfect future for one minute longer.