When the revolution came, I saw in my naïve way a world painted in blues and in yellows. Colors of the new, lone party drifted off the massive flags that spread like raindrops through the city. I watched them dance in the sky as the coated the earth. They melted into the faces of passersby, ran through the streets and alleys. They dipped into the water we drank. No: they were the water we drank.
I knew the revolution must surely have wonderful things in store for me. I was a fervent, vocal party man, and always had been. When the recession had crushed many businesses and taken food from the mouths of babes, I had taken to the streets to put posters up. When the government’s efforts to restore order failed, I staged rallies. When the troops were sent in, I fought. I deserved my place among the heroes of the revolution.
It had been difficult, too. For a great while there had been no response. Culture had been drifting back towards older times already, but some of the views we espoused were still too radical. His Excellency had confided in me then, bunkered in an old warehouse and living with rats, that it was all a part of his plan.
“The people will respond,” he had smiled as he tapped his sternum, “when the people need to eat.” Until then, we had to be prepared.
Sure enough, when the time came to move we were able to move faster and more efficiently than our enemies, and had swiftly gained power.
And now His Excellency was excellent, indeed. (more…)