In the tiny country of Mercalado Felix got an unexpected job offer.
“You could be our next Presidente!” exclaimed Senor Alvarez.
They stopped at a beautiful mansion and went inside. “This would be your office.”
Felix gaped at towering stacks of paper. “What’re those?
“Just today’s paperwork. It’s mostly pictures.”
Dubious, Felix pointed at a slumped man slobbering in the corner. “Who’s that?”
“Nobody!” assured Alvarez, leading him away. “Go in here, a banquet awaits!”
When Felix left, Alvarez ushered an aide to the slobbering man. “Hide him! I’ll never find a new Presidente if they see what the job did to the current one!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/05/03/5-may-2017/