The candidates approached the podiums as the audience settled into their seats. The applause died down.
The moderator spoke each name in turn and watched as each began to tremble.
8th grade class elections had never been more fun, she thought. It was her mission, as Social Studies teacher, to introduce the nuances of politics past and present to these students. It was her personal goal to see one go on from her class to bigger and better things. She dreamed of a future president looking into the camera and thanking HER for the push she gave him (or her).
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VV asked for Tremble to be the focus of the week. I don’t often write about politics here – because it does make people tremble. And it makes me tremble to push – to prod – to work at other people’s scabs. I don’t like my own scabs picked.
But the above piece was inspired by the presidential debate which I am watching as I type.
