She didn’t like public places if it meant that the people were free to make whatever noises they pleased, but at least these people had good taste.
The parade was fantastically astronomical, and astronomically fantastical. Every person, animal, and object involved marched with grandeur, and when paired with the music, only exhilaration was produced. It was tempting to join in.
But, she was not interested in the parade, but in what it carried. At the very top of the throng was a throne. The rigid King, with perfect posture, dwelled within.
He embodied every reason the masses marched and more, without moving and without expression. His magnificence already established; He needn’t do anything to generate so much vigor.
In this sense, she was there for the same reason everyone else was: to express reverence to the King. However, to revere was not enough for her; she wanted to be with the King, and she didn’t like parades.
She was a witness, standing a few feet away from the frivolity, when she began her ascent. Pushing and climbing was but a small endeavor, and she was rewarded with the King’s eyes. No contact, no smile; there was only so much that was appropriate, at this point.
It required minimal time for her to wonder what this King had done to deserve such glorification. Awe and wonder was now replaced with dissatisfaction, timorousness with vengeful stability, as she drew closer. Her previously unworthy hand violated sacredness when she touched him.
“I like the parade, better.”
She pushed him without force, but he could not oppose her might, nor did he try to, nor did he want to. So, he tumbled downward, plummeting through the horde.
Once on the ground, he stood and looked to the newly occupied throne. He did not assign himself the position of King, and had no desire to venture so high up, and would have liked to share the throne with Her.
But, now, he was but a witness a few feet away from the reverence of the King, and it would be too much effort for him to reach Her, so he turned around.
And left.
And they faded from each other’s lives.
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