🗝️ I Invented a New Leader
🗝️ I Invented a New Leader
On being an optimist in a world full of despair—fiction
Wander Wonder Write is not a political newsletter, and I’m not American, yet today’s U.S. presidential election concerns me. The behavior and policies of whoever wins will influence what happens in the future at a global level.
Or as the New York Times recently put it in one of their newsletters: “The U.S. president has more international sway than virtually any other individual — especially at a time of immense geopolitical volatility.”
Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to vote today, but I’m always allowed to dream, so I invented a new leader.
I hope my flash fiction can tease a smile out of you on such a tense day.
Flash Fiction: New Leader
After Bernhard Christiansen’s Nieuwe Paus (New Pope)
This morning, I invented a new leader. I was tired of the old one and thought: I want a leader who is as loyal as my watchdog, Jodie, and as fierce as my cat, Joelle, and who possesses some magical power, such as breathing underwater like my goldfish, Jojo. The new leader would be a woman, of course, either resembling my favorite aunt, or that clever lady I often see on TV, and whose eyes keep me standing each time I feel tempted to fall into despair. She would have a lovely smile, my leader, a smile that she would never show unless she meant to give it to you as a present. All men would fear her fingernails. Not because they were painted or as sharp as weapons, but because they made her fingers longer, and therefore her accusations more acute. My new leader would have wild hair, as in untamed, as in free. She would love to dance and shake her body in a triumph of force. Her voice, too, would be uncaged, allowing her to shout and whisper and sing whenever she felt like making a point, and even when she felt like making nothing. Traveling, for my new leader, would be as easy as spreading her wings like my parrot, Jorinde. And she would never sleep; sleep would be unnecessary. My new leader would absorb what she needed from the opposition, sucking their vapid energy into her pure wakefulness. Would she have hardened teeth? Braided arms? I tried to imagine what dog-eared books she would read in secret, and drew a blank, perhaps because she would carry all the books inside her head, even the ones that had yet to be written. The only complaint you could make about my new leader was that she would be difficult to approach. But that’s forgivable, at least in my house. Jodie, Joelle, Jojo, and Jorinde never let me pet them either. Even so, my respect for them is boundless.
This story was first published by Cheap Pop (2018) and was later selected for the Wigleaf Top 50.
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