The murmur and clatter around the arena began slowly but crescendoed as people started to panic over what they had just witnessed.

Sedition, and in the presence of the Prince no less.

Groups formed and people began talking to each other, some stood as if preparing to leave.

I was no less in shock over what had just happened. A man had run on stage, interrupting the performance, and screaming the words "Dethrone the tyrant king".

What's next ? And it may begin today.

I'm adding an introduction and reposting my story from 2016 about Thumpism in the hope that there might have been an improvement. On the basis of his recent rants, shouts and to my mind outrageous suggestions as to some aspects of policy ... I think progress has not been forward. I wasn't able to see any, er, improvement to the story in 2020 or even after January 6th. Hey-ho. I so want to be able to make this a slightly humorous parody.

----------------------- I've tweaked the original text somewhat

Hope's Light

Chapter 8

by Erisian

Book 6

Chapter Eight - Knives

We rode for at least a couple hours if not more. At the speeds the trucks could reach, the wind’s whipping past in all the tunnels made further conversation with the guy next to me impossible - though before we’d pulled out he’d introduced himself as Santiago.

I’d told him to call me Jane, and neither of us were rude enough to point out that we’d obviously given aliases.

Chapter 3

When the girls joined me, they had several bags. I bought them all a lunch and we acted as if we didn’t have a care in the world. While we were eating, I had a text from Abbas to go and see him in the afternoon. We took the bags back to the hotel and then took a taxi to the Museum. In his office, he sat us down and showed us some paperwork.