“Liar!” she yelled.
In her mind she yelled this to J. Junior Inferior, yelled it with the force of a hurricane, or a very big wave or some other kind of powerful force of nature. Perhaps a tsunami. In the ten seconds Victoria Passionately buried her face in her Reporter’s Notebook and searched for the right words to say, she envisioned herself screaming “Liar!” a dozen times in the face of the president. Each time she would say the word, his face would shrink a bit more, as if she were a jungle head-shrinker of some kind, and this word, “Liar,” was the agent with which she would perform her magic. Ha ha! she thought. He’d look so stupid with a tiny little head! Awesome.
The rest of this story is no longer online, but does appear in the book “The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, or Optimism.”