"Will you vote for me?" asks the candidate.
There are more candidates than could be elected in a millennium of
polls; but they are all hopeful.
I semi-recognise this candidate, so I ask the name?
Which is a mistake; for I am then showered with many different pieces of colourful paper in many shapes, according to the printer's current megalomania. All extol the merits of the candidate, mostly in bad grammar.
His featured picture was taken a long time before this day, which is why I recognised him. I could recall the person in the picture, not the puffing would-be legislator moving along beside me, at a trot.
"Are you going far: to the shops, maybe," he asks in hope.
He slows when I explain I am out for a quick ten kilometre walk as part of my training for the Dublin City Marathon.
I entered for it back in the short days of late winter and here in the longer days of summer I am desperately trying to increase my speeds per kilometre.
Distance is coming along nicely as my body hardens up. Problem is: my mind wanders when I am out walking and I find myself slowing up to smell the daisies.
I semi-recognise this candidate, so I ask the name?
Which is a mistake; for I am then showered with many different pieces of colourful paper in many shapes, according to the printer's current megalomania. All extol the merits of the candidate, mostly in bad grammar.
His featured picture was taken a long time before this day, which is why I recognised him. I could recall the person in the picture, not the puffing would-be legislator moving along beside me, at a trot.
"Are you going far: to the shops, maybe," he asks in hope.
He slows when I explain I am out for a quick ten kilometre walk as part of my training for the Dublin City Marathon.
I entered for it back in the short days of late winter and here in the longer days of summer I am desperately trying to increase my speeds per kilometre.
Distance is coming along nicely as my body hardens up. Problem is: my mind wanders when I am out walking and I find myself slowing up to smell the daisies.
Which is how the candidate reminds me. I am slower than usual today.
I speed up.
We establish that at a particular time in the past our life paths had crossed. Now, here we were again, both of us running for something, together, yet apart.
We establish that at a particular time in the past our life paths had crossed. Now, here we were again, both of us running for something, together, yet apart.
Though my running is so slow that I am walking, his is for election, and
he will soon come to a dreadful halt when not enough voters agree with him that
he is the ONE.
I say I will vote for him, of course.
He falls away from me, in relief.
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