The Oval Death
All around the room, people were cheering. And, although I could not see why, the crowd grew louder and louder!!
The anticipation of finding out the reason for such excitement became so difficult to bear that I decided to start pushing my way through the spectators!
Then came the roar of the masses! A deafening, ear numbing chant!! Never before had I attended such an important event! But, colleagues and, yes, friends told me that HISTORY is being made tonight!
"Gritahot! Gritahot!" I heard them chant. That makes no sense, I thought. Closer. I must get closer!!
"Gritahot! Gritahot!"
The chant reached a fever pitch, now! Closer! Closer!! I must get closer!!! But, just before breaking through the wall of people, two huge men dressed in all black grabbed me by my arms and pushed toward the very edge of the onlookers, knocking over any in their way! At first, I was petrified, but then I realized that I was getting a front row seat!!
I could now understand what the crowd was chanting!!! Just then, the two giants threw me into the air and down into an oval shaped container! Landing, I slid to the bottom, soon realizing others were with me.
Then, the chanting began anew, but this time, it was clear: "GET A SHOT!!! GET A SHOT!!! GET A SHOT!!!"
As they drove the needle deep into my flesh, I looked up toward a balcony unnoticed before.
Standing there, I was positive I saw an older, feeble, white headed figure whispering and smiling at a dark haired, moustached man. They looked down at the masses, both celebrating as though their "team" had won. They had paper in their hands and soon commenced to ripping up the sheets and tossing those over the rail and onto the crowd below. One last look at the chaotic celebration, then both disappeared into the shadows above.
The revelers dispersed, we newly inoculated clawed our way to the top of the oval and out onto the floor. Shocked and defeated faces greeted one another as each quietly shuffled out the doors.
As I watched the last of them leave the building, I noticed a piece of the paper the balcony men had ripped and tossed.
It read: "We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union ........ "
Standing up, I saw 30 to 40 women and men sitting behind tables, each wearing a mask and holding something in their hands.
Looking around, I witnessed fear in the eyes of those of us in the oval.
Then, the chanting began anew, but this time, it was clear: "GET A SHOT!!! GET A SHOT!!! GET A SHOT!!!"
Each one of the nearly 200 of us were muscled to the tables. Arms put into an immovable shackle. Shots administered sans permission.
As they drove the needle deep into my flesh, I looked up toward a balcony unnoticed before.
Standing there, I was positive I saw an older, feeble, white headed figure whispering and smiling at a dark haired, moustached man. They looked down at the masses, both celebrating as though their "team" had won. They had paper in their hands and soon commenced to ripping up the sheets and tossing those over the rail and onto the crowd below. One last look at the chaotic celebration, then both disappeared into the shadows above.
The revelers dispersed, we newly inoculated clawed our way to the top of the oval and out onto the floor. Shocked and defeated faces greeted one another as each quietly shuffled out the doors.
As I watched the last of them leave the building, I noticed a piece of the paper the balcony men had ripped and tossed.
It read: "We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union ........ "
