Dylan stood at the edge of the graffiti rooftop and looked down at the crowd below. “Shut it!” His second-in-command, Chuck, shouted. Almost instantaneously, the courtyard below silenced. Twenty pairs of eyes turned and stared up at him.
He quickly turned to Chuck who nodded. Ever since he was young, Dylan had the fear of speaking in public due to his other fear of saying the wrong things and offending people. Therefore, when he discovered he was chosen to be the new leader through the secret election, he tried to convince the elders to give the position to someone else. “Please, I’m not a leader,” he pleaded to one of the elders, “If anything, I’m a follower.”
“No, you are not,” Elder Kelsey said, “You are born a natural leader. I saw it the first time I met you.”
“But…” Dylan protest but Elder Kelsey gave him the look that told him to shut up and accept the job.
Now, standing on this rooftop, Dylan sighed and addressed his followers.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.