by J. Bradley
Senator Minotaur steps back from the podium and then cleaves it in twain. He brandishes the axe for everyone sitting in the front row to see. The camera zooms in on the axehead, giving the rest of the Lakeland Civic Center a clear view of some of the notches on the handle, the bloodstains. Senator Minotaur just stands there, breathing soft, but firm, his mouth kept closed, axe held steady (like he practiced in the bathroom mirror last night). You did well, Senator Minotaur’s campaign manager says, careful to pat the Senator’s shoulder with the one hand he has left.