Super Short Story - He didn't mean to scare the child by L. A. Keller
This month's super short story begins with the line: "He hadn't meant to scare the child." Hope you enjoy this oddball story.
He hadn’t meant to scare the child. Weeks of his life had been invested in preparation. It was imperative his audience not only saw but felt his performance in their souls. No detail was overlooked or unrehearsed. He had been secure in the knowledge that there were no errors in judgement or minor flaws.
Earlier that day he debated on clothing choice and added a touch of powder to his face. He was almost out the door, preferring to be significantly early rather than late, when he remembered the element of surprise he needed for this special day. It wouldn’t do to forget the most important part of the show.
It surprised him that his hands shook as he walked on stage. The audience clapped politely and he took a deep breath. He scanned the crowd to be sure those necessary were present and attentive. When he spoke his voice was commanding and deep. Gradually he increased the volume and banged his fist against the podium. He would be damned if anyone left the room without giving him their full support.
He grabbed his secret weapon, a red baseball cap with words, Make Merica Great and walked to the edge of the stage.
A young boy about the same age as his son, pointed and laughed, “You misspelled America.” The image was instantly plastered on the jumbo screen and the audience roared with laughter.
Ronald whipped the hat off his head and screamed at the child, “You’re an idiot. I did this on purpose. Security, remove that brat.”
Secret service rushed to the child and dragged him away as his mother screamed.
I’ll give him a reason to cry, he thought to himself as he walked off stage.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
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He hadn’t meant to scare the child. Weeks of his life had been invested in preparation. It was imperative his audience not only saw but felt his performance in their souls. No detail was overlooked or unrehearsed. He had been secure in the knowledge that there were no errors in judgement or minor flaws.
Earlier that day he debated on clothing choice and added a touch of powder to his face. He was almost out the door, preferring to be significantly early rather than late, when he remembered the element of surprise he needed for this special day. It wouldn’t do to forget the most important part of the show.
It surprised him that his hands shook as he walked on stage. The audience clapped politely and he took a deep breath. He scanned the crowd to be sure those necessary were present and attentive. When he spoke his voice was commanding and deep. Gradually he increased the volume and banged his fist against the podium. He would be damned if anyone left the room without giving him their full support.
He grabbed his secret weapon, a red baseball cap with words, Make Merica Great and walked to the edge of the stage.
A young boy about the same age as his son, pointed and laughed, “You misspelled America.” The image was instantly plastered on the jumbo screen and the audience roared with laughter.
Ronald whipped the hat off his head and screamed at the child, “You’re an idiot. I did this on purpose. Security, remove that brat.”
Secret service rushed to the child and dragged him away as his mother screamed.
I’ll give him a reason to cry, he thought to himself as he walked off stage.
Happy Trails,
Leslie
Leslie's Website Twitter Instagram Facebook Menu for Murder Cocktails at Sunset
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