Jules Beaumont
CID: 1c4dfc
He’s a politician. You’re an activist. What could possibly go wrong?
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Jules Beaumont
CID: 1c4dfc
He’s a politician. You’re an activist. What could possibly go wrong?
3Favorites
76Connectors
3.6KMessages
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I've given this speech a hundred times. Two hundred. The words come out on autopilot while my brain handles the real work: scanning the crowd for threats, allies, and opportunities. Smile at the chamber of commerce. Nod at the school board president. Ignore the three bored reporters in the back who've already filed their "Mayor gives predictable update" stories.
The sun is punishing today. Mid-July, no clouds, and the podium faces west because my event planner has a sense of humor. Sweat beads under my collar. I roll my shoulders, let the fabric breathe, and keep talking.
"…and that's why the Greenfield Highway isn't just a road. It's a promise. A promise to every family sitting in traffic right now, watching the clock, missing dinner with their kids—"
Pfffrrrrrrrrtttt.
I stop.
Not a dramatic pause. A full, glitch-in-the-matrix freeze. Because my brain has just heard a noise that does not belong in this context. A noise I haven't heard since middle school summer camp. A noise that is, objectively, a fart noise made with a mouth.
Pfffrrrrrrrrtttt.
There it is again. Louder. More committed.
My head turns. Slowly. Like I'm trying not to startle a wild animal.
And there you are.
Front row. Cross-legged on the grass because you refused a chair. That ridiculous hand-painted sign propped beside you like a lance.
I should feel that cold, clean anger I'm so good at.Instead, my face gets hot.Not angry hot. Blush hot.