Written for the Trifecta writing challenge week 111. A story about a politician who is “influenced” begins after the photo.
Genre: Speculative Fiction
The television blared with people being interviewed. “Senator Powers makes me feel good about the future,” said a housewife. “That’s why I’m voting for him.”
“It seems the new microphones are working as advertised, Senator,” said the lovely Ellen Hawke.
“That nerdy boy was right about kitty purrs,” said Senator Powers. “I’ll be in the oval office come November.” He sat in his office chair, legs spread wide as his grin. “I think it’s time we celebrate.”
Ellen looked away. “We’ve discussed this before, Sir.”
Powers sighed sourly. “Fine! Send the next’un in.”
Ellen closed the office door and returned to her desk. A man stood at her desk. He smiled. “Allan Burrent, AFA.”
Ellen smoothed her angry features and sat. Her Siamese cat, Rigby, jumped in her lap and watched him. Ellen raised an eyebrow “AFA?”
She smirked. “Human-cat? Interesting name.”
Burrent grinned. “You mentioned, concerns, to a friend who since has brought them to our attention. We’d like to discuss techniques with the Senator.”
Ellen only ever told Rigby her worries. She consulted her calendar. Shrugging, she buzzed him in.
“Allan Burrent, Anthro Feline Association.”
“Anti whut?” said Powers.
“Alrighty. What can cat lovers do fer me?”
“We know that your microphones send a signal identical to cat purrs along with your voice, to manipulate listeners into fanatic support for your election. We dislike this misappropriation of purring. It is the bailiwick of cats alone after all.”
“So whut? It ain’t illegal. Now, if you ain’t offerin’ me a home in Bermuda or defense contracts, we’re done here.”
“I did mention, we’re cat people?”
“Cat lovers, uh huh.”
“Cat People.” He held up his hand and five large retractable claws emerged. He slashed lighting quick, missing Powers’ neck by millimeters. The Senator’s tie fell away.
Burrent closed the office door.
“How did it go?” said Ellen.
“We made our point.” He winked.
As he left, Rigby purred on her lap with satisfaction.
The Trifecta blog offers writing prompts each week for flash fiction between 33 and 333 words long, using the third definition of a word. This week’s word was: manipulate. Here’s a link for the prompt: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifecta-week-111.html