I stared at the presidential zeppelin steaming overhead, its light-emitting diodes spewing meaningless propaganda.
Irritated, I recalled announcing my anarchic plan to friends these ten years gone.
“Poor Tom,” they’d said, “he’s sick again.”
They were right.
On that supposed celebration day, there’d been a communication breakdown, the assassination failed and in the ensuing chaos, I’d been trampled underfoot, leaving me dazed and confused.
Today? I’m still president and it’s nobody’s fault but mine.
My entry in the August 2020 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: PROVERBS
Genre: STEAMPUNK
Did anyone spot what I did there?
Light-Emitting Diodes on a Zeppelin.
An L. E. D. Zeppelin.
Friends
Ten Years Gone
Poor Tom
Sick Again
Celebration Day
Communication Breakdown
Trampled Underfoot
Dazed And Confused
Nobody’s Fault But Mine
M. Robert Gibson 