The mayor was reviewing the latest election returns and turned pale. “The results thus far are murky,” he said to his campaign staff, a deadpan expression on his face. “I prefer to wait until 100% of the votes have been tallied. Each vote is precious and I won’t concede until every single one has been counted.”
As the hours went by, it was clear that his opponent had won the election. It wasn’t even close. The mayor stood up, his face glowing red with anger and perspiration. “This can’t be right. They stuffed the ballot box. The voting machines have been hacked. The election was rigged. I declare myself the winner. I will not concede.”
“But, sir, the voters have spoken and you lost,” one of the mayor’s aids said.
The mayor glared at the aid, pointed a finger at him, and said, “You’re fired.” Then he took his dinner plate and threw it against his office wall. “I won and now they’re trying to steal my victory from me. I will not leave the Statehouse. Dammit, if Trump can get away with this kind of crap, why can’t I?”
Written for these daily prompts from yesterday: The Daily Spur (mayor), Word of the Day Challenge (election), Your Daily Word Prompt (murky), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (deadpan), My Vivid Blog (prefer), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt, (precious), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (glow).