These times are strange ones. We are told that we can’t live the lives we want to, due to an invisible threat. This threat is not something that targets. None of us are 100% safe. But we can make decisions that will give ourselves, and those we love a greater percentage of safety. I know it’s difficult. I know that being inside, and cut off from people is a something that is hard to deal with, especially over an extended period of time. But we have this. Trust me. We are in this together.
I’m here this week to provide you with some entertainment—something to distract you from the scariness going on outside; something fun and a bit quirky. I have written a five word challenge for you. The five randomly generated words are as follows: arm, reception, platform, pleasure, poll.
Enjoy!
A short, rotund character stepped proudly toward the microphone. His black and white suit seemed to glisten in the sunshine. All attention was him. He reveled in it; that much was obvious. He puffed out his chest, and lifted an arm to quieten the crowd before him. His stocky hand, was shrouded in his shirt sleeve. I fleetingly considered telling him, when all this was over, that he should consider a new tailor—one that actually knew what an alteration was.
‘Welcome!’ his voice was high-pitched. I expected the smaller attendees to hurriedly clamp their hands over their ears, ‘My name is Alexander Emperor, I will be your MC this evening.’
I waited in the wings, waiting for my cue to show my face. I could see most of what was going on from my hiding place.
A timid round of applause resounded throughout the crowd. Though most members of the audience were packed in as close to the platform as they could possibly be, I suspected that it was less due to excitement, passion and fanaticism, and more that the bouncers at the back of the arena were giving off explicit vibes of an intense hunger for violence. Evidently, no one was willing to test the theory. I had the feeling that if one of the stocky, intimidating bouncers even so much as twitched and bared a tooth, the majority of the crowd would scarper like flies at a picnic.
‘Today is an exciting day,’ Emperor continued, ‘because today we find out who, after of months of campaigning and a very difficult poll, is our new President for the term beginning 2020!’
Again, a half-hearted applause ran through the crowd. A few heads swiveled at almost 360 degree angles to clock where the bouncers were. Realising the threat hadn’t moved an inch, attentions were returned to the speaker on stage.
‘Let’s review our candidates, shall we?’ Emperor pressed on, despite the lack of crowd involvement.
‘First, we have Arkamun Afer who has come all the way from Ethiopia for the chance to be our president! Mr Afer has had a prolific career, being featured in the gossip columns a few times but he always seems to elude his gossip mongering enemies, zigging and zagging until he eventually comes out on top, bigger and better than before! Some may say that a President so shiny in the spotlight is the last thing that we need, but Mr Afer assures us that we will be in safe and capable hands. He even revealed during his extensive campaign, his detailed plan should our food supplies run out—who knew the nutritional properties of ants, am I right?’ Emperor chuckles lightly, though his cheeks seemed to turn a slight shade of green at the thought of the six-legged creatures sliding one after another down his throat.
‘Second, who could forget Ms. Shanika Panthera?’ A feeling of warmth blossoms in my chest, ‘An ever-present personality in our community, though she, too, is not a native here. Ms Panthera has worked tirelessly to ensure that our community runs at 110% efficiency. Where there is a problem, she rats it out, and eradicates it—goes straight for the throat. There are no prisoners where she is concerned. Though her methods may, at times, be as questionable as Mr Afer’s, there is no doubt that she or he get their jobs done.’ he pauses, ‘So who will it be?’
Another suited, rotund individual waddles forward, an envelope clutched in their palm. The envelope is taken with a flourish by Emperor, who is trying his best to cover the crowd’s lack of enthusiasm with excess flamboyancy. My eyes roll back in my head and sigh. Whose idea was it to get this guy? Surely there was someone else that had more charisma that would have a better reception. This guy was just a bumbling mess!
‘People … ‘ he paused as he pulled open the envelope and peeked inside, ‘It is my pleasure to announce that your new President is …’
You could hear feet shuffling against the flagstone ground. I sighed again, and just willed the idiot to just get on with it. If we were talking problems that need eradicating, that one was first on my list to go … though, I had a feeling that he would find a way to make sure that he would find a way to stick around and wedge between my teeth. I could have a bad aftertaste in my mouth for weeks …
‘Mr Arkamun Afer!’
My muscles tense in disbelief. That insect?! They want him over me?!
I look out at the crowd who, despite the presence of the bouncers, have visibly relaxed. Some are even smiling at each other, and engaging in animated conversation with one another.
Rage burned inside me, threatening to overflow like a volcano—taking out everything in its path. For months I had campaigned. I had reigned myself in, in order to show these idiots the best I could be. There was no other option for me other than to win. I needed to put food on my table. How else was I going to do that? A president had access to all the delectable delights of the world.
Afer was out on the platform addressing his new constituents. Spouting his visions for the future—chomping on tiny, disgusting bugs (I mean, seriously?).
Unable to take anymore, I lunged out from my hiding place. Instantly, the crowd’s attention was on me, their breaths hitching in the backs of their throats, fear freezing them to the spot.
I grabbed at the closest audience member. Feathers flew everywhere, dislodging as I jostled, and she tried to escape my grasp.
‘Too late,’ I growled through my pointed teeth.
In a fraction of a second, her terrified expression had disappeared and was felt crunching between my jaws.