FlashNano25 Day 11
Prompt: Write a magical story
The day after the Election
In the dark hours after the polls closed, the land was silent. While many slept the deep sleep of the ignorant, content and calm, those attuned felt the tremors, the inexorable shaking giving heed of what was to come.
Like others of her kind, the woman startled by this shifting of the firmament, awoke from sleep and threw off the covers, panting, sweaty, heart palpitating to a beat so insistent she had to wonder if this was to be her end.
Bits of the dream but not dream --in truth reality that had pushed her into consciousness, came back in flashes. The sunny start to the day, then too soon dark clouds, dissipating optimism followed by stark predictions and finally the realization of what this all meant, for her, her daughters, women everywhere, their children and beloved ones, and her body knew, finally in understanding, demanding consciousness and forthrightly calling her to arms.
She checked her phone, which confirmed what in her soul of souls she now candidly knew, once dreaded, had earlier trustingly naively thought impossible. The beast was king, elected to the highest office in the land by a hate-filled, uneducated mob who, too lazy to research the facts which were obvious and overwhelming, and too self-centered to consider the general good which when taken into account always lifts them all, would soon find themselves, like her and the others who’d stridently repudiated his profoundly demented clarion call, were also destined to suffering unto his unbending, murderous will unless something someone was brave enough to say that no, this is not who we are.
He of the cloven hooves, goat horns, forked tail, smells of death, decay, fetid bowels, engorged devourer of young women, murderer of innocents, was now supreme ruler of all. Like the rest of her kind, she knew immediately, like breathing, hearts pounding, hopes crushing, what would come next if she stood by and chose passivity.
More manipulations, blaming, outright lies, and the deaths of multitudes, at home and abroad. A repetition of history because already, first he came for the outliers, the ones on the fringes, those deserving the most of open hearts and arms. Thoughts and prayers? Useless against this onslaught of unspeakable, detestable, reprehensible evil.
Action. Yes. That was it. Action called.
In her heart of hearts she conjured the words, timeless and true that would calm her soul, gird her heart, and carry her forth from this day hence: If not me, then who. If not now, then when.
Because her words spoke truth they were carried forth into a stream of other like words and the waters followed forth, gathering energy and becoming waves that crashed into rivers forming worlds of oceans that opened into the vast universe that is the collective consciousness, the infinite, blazing light from which all humankind is born.
Their words echoed throughout the galaxy
If not me, then who. If not now, then when.
Now a battle cry.
If not me, then who. If not now, then when.
From within her and the others a great courage grew and with it the determination that the present circumstances would not suffice and would not sustain the life they all deserved.
This is not who we are. This is not who we will be. We will go forth. We will succeed.
These lone beings rose up and joined their counterparts. From across the lands, mountains, oceans they united and marched, hearts and arms opened wide, their anger a force for good, for right, infinite humanity.
Powerful piece! We must make that last line our mantra!
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