Mystique

Celebrations in my life never end. I celebrate the success of a carefully constructed image meeting its purpose. I celebrate the inability of my opponents to compete.

Then, I move on to reveal my skin under the mask, and send a few people reeling with shock. Blind idiots! They deserve this for being so naïve. It is primetime in my game.

Soon enough, I need to wear those masks again, and be a star increasing mystique of the night. It’s election time….

(82 words)

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #84


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