“You want what?” the leader asked. He looked wildly from one member of the little group to the next.
“You heard us,” one man said. “We want greater democracy and freedom. You’re being a dictator. It has to stop.”
“That’s right,” another piped up. “The older generation says you made yourself the leader fifteen years ago. No one voted on you, and we’ve never had free elections to decide whether to keep you or have someone else as leader.”
“This is because of Egypt, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” the first man agreed. “There’s a new spirit in the air, a coming together for the common good.”
“It’s a time to throw off the shackles of the past,” said a third man, “and we’re going to have our moment right here.”
The leader was silent for a bewildered moment. Then he spoke quietly.
“Look around you,” he instructed. “Look at this place we’re in. Do you recognize it? Do you recognize the attire you’re wearing. Do you recognize our flag, and the portrait of the greatest of us?”
The men took in the view and began to shift uncomfortably.
“We are a neo-Nazi paramilitary organization, and I am its fuhrer!” the leader screamed. “There is no place for democracy here, and we are called to oppose the degenerate Semetic peoples, not emulate them! Now get out!”
Feet shuffled and rueful looks were exchanged as the young protestors started toward the exit.
“Haven’t you forgotten something?” the neo-fuhrer asked.
“Oh, right.” “Yeah.” “Oops.” They came to attention, thrust out their right arms, drew breath and barked, “Heil!” Then they departed, leaving their leader shaking his head.
He looked at the glowering black and white portrait of history’s No. 1 Nazi. “I ask you, Adolf: How can we succeed with the quality of recruits these days?”
My favorite line: “This is because of Egypt, isn’t it?”
Dang that culture of democracy.
You really got into character for that one. I liked it. It was relevant/
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Fiction: Winds of Change
Posted on February 17, 2011 by bryon| 1 Comment
“You want what?” the leader asked. He looked wildly from one member of the little group to the next.
“You heard us,” one man said. “We want greater democracy and freedom. You’re being a dictator. It has to stop.”
“That’s right,” another piped up. “The older generation says you made yourself the leader fifteen years ago. No one voted on you, and we’ve never had free elections to decide whether to keep you or have someone else as leader.”
“This is because of Egypt, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” the first man agreed. “There’s a new spirit in the air, a coming together for the common good.”
“It’s a time to throw off the shackles of the past,” said a third man, “and we’re going to have our moment right here.”
The leader was silent for a bewildered moment. Then he spoke quietly.
“Look around you,” he instructed. “Look at this place we’re in. Do you recognize it? Do you recognize the attire you’re wearing. Do you recognize our flag, and the portrait of the greatest of us?”
Very brilliant. Great use of imagery and this part sums up the tale., for me