The President Re-assuring the Public

Blood is spurting out of the wound in the President’s neck as he faces the media during the press conference. He is telling the people that the calamity was brought on by the inefficiency at the local government level. There was only little that the central government could have done. The destruction was so great that even the local government officials are struggling themselves. Then the President’s eyes starts to bleed. Blood oozes from the corner of both eyes, collecting into the rim of the lower-eyelids, then finally dripping, tracing a line on both of his cheeks. Cameras flash. A reporter asks a question, “Mr. President, is there any truth to the reports of looting that is happening in the area?” This has been the concern a few days after the typhoon. Reports said of the breakdown of law and order in the affected places. Surviving homes and warehouses, stores and malls were gutted by people trying to find something to eat. But, how come, people watching in front of their televisions asked, those people are carrying away televisions and other electronics, do they need that to eat too? They don’t even have electricity there right now. The President’s nose now starts to bleed. A line of blood starts its slow viscous descent down the President’s nostrils. As he opens his mouth to reply, he coughs and sprays three of the reporters in front of him with blood.

“We are now coordinating with the local government to verify the reports. Maybe it’s just a few criminal activities here and there, not total chaos. Please let us wait for more information to come, and not jump to conclusions immediately.” The President vomits blood. He steps out from behind the podium so that his hunched-over figure is in full view of the journalists. He starts dancing. Facing the gathered throng of reporters, he starts cha-cha-cha-ing forward, then he cha-cha-cha’s backward. He cha-cha-cha’s to the left, cha-cha-cha’s to the right. Then back at the front. He ends his dancing with a bow. The people watching him stands up and applauds.

Thursday, November 28 2013


About kara

I just like to read. Used to work in a library. My interests are horror and the gothic imagination, absurd and dark humor, urban legends, and other related unwholesome topics. I write short fiction sometimes. Older stuff:
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