This story first appeared last August in the short story collection “Every Second Sunday.” I own it though, so I can do what I like with it. That means it goes up here.
This is the first of three parts, as it is too big to post as one story that people would realistically read in a single blog sitting.
I hope you enjoy this bit of fictionalized commentary on the political system in the U.S. coupled with a message about the potential for personal growth we all have.
Getting ready to speak, Isaac worked up a smile and asked, “Hey John, what’s our ETA?”
“We should be at the church at about 9:35 Mr. Locmin.”
Isaac nodded, “Thanks John.” John smiled back.
Isaac remembered John because of the hideous mole on his right jaw. He tried a similar trick to remember his other aides, but the fact that Brian had the shortest hair, or that Chris had the brownest eyes didn’t work as well as the blotch of ugly sickness on John’s face. For the most part separating his chorus of handlers from each other was a challenge that Isaac overcame with charm, and a guessing game that he was very lucky in. His handful of advisers were faceless and interchangeable men with unremarkable features.
After John turned away Isaac’s smile quickly disappeared and he looked out of the three by three foot square window to his left with a blank expression.
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