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M.A.P

Part 1

          Water Springs. A small town somewhere in the middle of Alberta. That where his bitch of an editor told him to go, so off he went. What could attract a veteran reporter like Matthew Mansell to a small rural town like Water Springs, you asked?

          Well, the answer is very simple. Water Springs is the only place in Canada where woman do not have the vote. It all began 18 months ago. There was an election for the town mayor. The incumbent was a shoo-in. He was so strong that no one wanted to stand against him, except for a man named Richard Evans.

Evans was an ex-hippie. You know the serious kind who went traveling all over India, Nepal and China in the seventies. He formed a political party called M.A.P or the Male Alpha Party. He propose to go back to the old ways where only men matter. That’s means no vote for woman, only men for senior positions and that women are considered property of their fathers, husbands and (if they are deceased) sons. A roadmap back to where men matters. A map back to the time where men are men and women are women. All puns intended! No one, including Evans, took his bid seriously. He was the joke candidate to the straight mayor. All reports were that he just stood for election to give people a contest. No one was laughing a week into the contest though.

There was a fire in town which gutted 5 houses, seems that the houses were built without proper safety features. When it was discovered 6 months before the fire, the local property company paid off the mayor to look the other way. The resulting scandal destroyed the mayor’s chances for re-election. Which is probably a good thing as said ex-mayor is currently serving time for corruption. So, the joke candidate began the mayor.

Everything was fine at first. Evans didn’t do anything stupid. Then 9 months into his term, a guy half-jokingly asked him when he’s going to take the vote from the women. Evans said that it was important to keep his word. He then set a date for a vote on the issue fully expecting it to fail. To the amazement of all, the bill passed and the women found themselves without the vote.

That’s when the provincial government got involved. They demanded that the town get rid of the law. Evans offered to hold the vote again but the provincial government stupidly refused. Instead, they demanded that the law be struck off immediately. This got the town in an uproar. It was their vote and even if it wasn’t the result they expected, it was their choice. The town found strange support from outside. Everyone agreed that another vote was the best solution. Under pressure, the provincial government finally relented. Another vote was held and in this one, the bill passed in a landslide. It was the town people giving the finger to big government. Even the women voted for the bill and the provincial government washed their hands on the matter.

A year has gone by and now Matthew Mansell is on his way to write a dirty rotten story on the town; about the oppression of women right here in liberal Canada. The kind of story that’s sure to sell a lot of newspapers.

As he rolls into town, Mansell was surprise by the size of Water Springs. It was bigger than what his editor told him and seems to be a pretty normal place. But that was nothing compare to his shock that the motel was full.

 

“You’re full! You got to be kidding!”

“No. Sorry Mr. Mansell, we pretty pack. Lots of tourists you know, and only 2 motels in the whole town.” The man at the desk was Terry Bogart. He’s the son of the owner and the man delivering the impossible news. For a town like Water Springs to have a full motel was practically unheard of.

“Wait, you said there are 2 motels in town?”

“Yes, the other one is across town. But it’s more popular than ours so your chances are even worse there.”

“You have nothing?”

“Well…a couple is to leave today. But it’s only 9am; they don’t have to book out till 11. If you don’t mind the wait…”

“Sure, I’ll wait.” Mat grimly agreed. “Did you say the town has a lot of visitors?”

“Sure do. Ever since the bill passing, the tourist hasn’t stop coming.” Terry happily agreed. “Evans did a hell of a job so far. Passing the law was the best thing to happen to this town.”

“Why?” No need to ask which law Terry was talking about.

“Everyone wants to see the town. Last time, people just stayed on the freeway, but since the bill passed everyone stopped by to see Water Springs. It’s like they are obliged to stop and see the only place where woman don’t have the vote. The law put Water Springs on the map.”

No question there. Mat never even heard of the town before the bill. “But some would say that it’s on the map for the wrong reasons Terry. You don’t mind me calling you Terry right?”

“Not a problem Mr. Mansell.”

“Please, call me Mat.”

“Okay. Would we be having this conversation right now if not for the bill? I mean that’s why you’re here right. As long as people stop in town and spend money…I don’t care why they stopped by.”

“Oh…I guess that make sense. The bill is good for business I guess.”

“The fucking best. Before, we’ll be lucky to have this place half-full. Now, I actually have to turn people away.”

“What do the women thinks of this?”

“There’s money to make for all. Most of them are happy as hell the town is booming.”

Mat heard an opening. “Most, but not all. Who would you say is unhappy?”

“Hell if I know. But there must be some though. Tell you what, there’s still about 2 hours till 11, why don’t you go to Harry’s across the road. Have some breakfast, they make a mean pancake.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

          Mat walked out of the lobby and cross the street. He was vaguely troubled by his talk with Terry. That the bill had turned the town into some sort of tourist attraction was something he had not counted on. Still with such a law, there shouldn’t be too much of a problem finding someone who is unhappy. With that, Mat entered Harry’s Diner.

 

Somewhere in town,

          Richard Evans was less than happy when the phone rang. He was in the middle of something but he is the mayor and duty comes first.

“Evans here. Who is this?’

“Mr. Evans, this is Terry. Some guy just came in and asked a truckload of questions. Might be some sort of reporter.”

“Another one? Where’s he now?”

“I sent him over to Harry’s. But he plan on staying for 3-4 days and he asked about who was unhappy about the law.”

“Terry, you leave that to me. Harry’s huh, get your father and both of you keep an eye on him. I’ll send John over there. Good work Terry.”

“Thanks Mr. Evans. I’ll call my father now.”

          Richard Evans wasn’t too worried as he put down the phone. Reporters are always troublesome, but young Terry is a smart man. With his father beside him, the reporter has to be pretty damm good to find anything. And if he is that good, well that’s what John is for.

With duty over, Evans turns back to pleasure. The woman kneeling in front of him has a name, a name everyone in town knows. Evans however knows her by a different name. “Shitface, I have a job for you.” Shitface smiled.

 

Harry’s Diner

Terry was right. The diner serves good pancakes. However, Mat was a born reporter and far more interested in information. The diner wasn’t full but there was a good crowd considering the time. All men and there’s not a single waitress. You want something; you go to the counter and order from the owner. The man Mat is digging from is called Mike Jenkins. Mike is the son of Harry. Took over the diner when his old man died. Like Terry, he wasn’t shy about his support for the bill.

 

“All I need to do is to look at my profit. It practically triple since the bill was passed.”

“I can understand your view from an economical standpoint, but what about the morality of the issue. Taking the vote from women? What about your daughter, don’t you think she deserve the vote when she’s older?”

“The women voted for it as well. And most don’t regret their decision.”

“You sure? What about your waitresses, you don’t think they want the vote?”

Mat didn’t know what to expect but Mike’s laughter wasn’t it. “Considering that I have to raise their pay twice in the last year, I don’t think you will find them complaining.”

“Really? Business is that good?”

“Oh yes sir it is. All the tourists need to eat somewhere right? And we have a lot of tourists these days.” A customer walked in. Mike saw the man and greeted him. Then he turned back to Mat.

“By the way, what are you?” Mike asked.

“What?”

“Reporter, activist or tourist? That’s all we have since the bill passing”

“Reporter. Why?”

“The way you spoke, I thought you were some sort of feminist activist or something. Those guys are nothing but trouble.”

“The town is having some problems with feminist activists?” This was unexpected, though Mat wasn’t that surprise. The bill must have been a lighting rod for the feminists’ movement.

 “Yup. You want people unhappy about the law, look for them. Come into town, set up picket lines all over the place. They held 3 rallies in front of Evans’ house already.”

“Any arrests?”

“Can’t do that without bad publicity. That’s what those guys want anyway. Publicity.”

“Really? Where can I find them?” A strange idea of a story began to form in Mat’s mind.

“At Spring’s Motel across town. Call Danny, he’ll tell you which room they’re in.”

“Danny is the owner of the motel?”

“Yup, he can’t stand those guys as well.”

“Why?”

“His whole family voted for the bill. Those activists have been trying to ‘convert’ them over since the moment they found out. Driving him nuts.”

         

With that, Mat gave his thanks, paid the bill and went back to the motel. The case has suddenly become interesting in another level. The town people are happy about the law but not outsiders. The story might have just changed in the first 2 hours he had been in town. Now that’s the mark of a good story. Still, he needs to do some more digging. He looks back at the diner and saw Mike talking to the man who just walked in. Like most small town, it looks like everyone knows everyone here. Without paying it anymore attention, Mat continues walking to the motel.

 

Inside

“How did it go?” Mike look at John as he asked the question.

“Beautiful. You did the right thing steering him to those activist.”

“Will it work?”

“Sure, the man is here for a story. Can’t leave without one, so let’s give him one.”

“But I doubt this was the story he was coming for.”

“So? It’s a good story and we need a way to get rid of those guys. Like you told him, those activists are driving the town nuts.”

“That bad huh?”

“Richard can handle them, but when they go poking their noses at the townsfolk…something is bound to happen sooner or later right?” 

A man further down the diner call out, “Hey John! Some service here.”

“Hold your horses man, didn’t Sarah cook you something today?”

“She’s too tired from the fucking I gave her last night, so I have eat your useless shit.”

          The whole diner laughed. The men of Water Springs have a lot to be thankful for, and no nosey reporter or activists is going to get in their way.

 

Later

          She was the town lawyer. The highest paid woman in town and seemingly the most to lose if Richard Evans continues to be mayor. So it was with some surprise to Matthew Mansell that Zoe Cusack was actually defending the man who should be her natural enemy.

 

“Ms. Cusack, I’m sorry but are you actually defending Richard Evans?”

“Defending is strong of a word Mr. Mansell. I’m merely saying that people in Canada has made Richard Evans out to be some sort of monster. I have spoken to him on many occasions and I can assure you that he is no such thing. He is just a man who thought it was his civic duty to give people a choice. It wasn’t his fault the old mayor was corrupt.”

“But to do what he did! Taking the vote away from women. From YOU! Are you not angry with him?”

“The only people I’m angry with are those morons in the provincial government. If they hadn’t got involved, the bill would never have passed the second time.”

“They were only trying to help. Trying to kill the bill.”

“They were nothing but glory hounds. Evans offered them a re-vote. If they had agreed at first, we would have defeated it easily. Instead they rejected the offer and that made to town people angry. And that’s why we lost.”

“But the vote was due to Evans. If he wasn’t there, there would be no vote.”

“Richard Evans put the matter to a vote. It was the people who voted it into law. That’s democracy at work.”

“The vote causes half the people in town to be without a voice. Tell me Ms. Cusack, why aren’t you as a smart intelligent woman angry with Richard Evans?”

Cusack stayed silent for a moment, and said, “I have to give credit where credit is due Mr. Mansell. Since Richard Evans came into office, Water Spring is booming. Business is good, jobs are easy to find and even the population has increased. The first time that happened in about 8 years. I hate to say it but the man is doing a good job.”

“The population has increased!” No wonder the town was bigger than he was told. But there’s something not right about that. “Wouldn’t the population decreased because of the bill? I mean surely the women who can go will leave.”

“Some did, but they came back when the money came running in. With money came jobs; with jobs came even more people. You’re not going to find too many town people against Evans, Mr. Mansell.”

“So…you are okay without the vote?”

“So far, it hasn’t hurt me yet. My practice is booming as well”

“What about his other ideas? Only men for senior positions and that women are considered property. Since women no longer have the vote, those bills might just pass.”

“That is true. But Evans hasn’t done anything on those ideas yet. And they will probably stay exactly right where they are; ideas.”

“You’re willing to take the chance.”

“Considering that I don’t have any vote, I don’t really have a choice in the matter.”

         

A few minutes later, Mansell left the office. Zoe immediately picks up the phone and dials HIS number.

“Evans here. Who is this?”

“Master, the reporter has just left. I did everything as you commanded.”

“Any problems?”

“No master, he seems unaware of the town’s situation. You do not have to worry.”

“You are a woman!” Her master sounded angry. “Anything you women are involved in always cause problems.”

Zoe realized her mistake. “Yes master, I’m a stupid worthless woman. I forgot my place; please punish me for my forgetfulness.”

“Get your ass over here Shitface.”

“Shitface hears and obeys, master.”

 

Outside

          Mat is not happy. How the hell is he to write a nasty story on the town when everyone is so happy about everything? Zoe Cusack was no help. When he found out from Terry that the town lawyer was a woman, he felt sure he can get some dirt from her. Instead, she ended up defending the every system she should be tearing down. Mat look at the time. 5.30pm, in a town like this, everyone would be at home. Mat decided that it was enough for a day, time to head back to the hotel.


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