Winds of Change, Inc. – By Omar Gheith
Flash Fiction / November 8, 2009

Yesterday, a young man came by my house and asked if I’d like to participate in a revolution. His organization had been going from door to door in all of the significant neighborhoods, he explained, collecting signatures. He asked me if I was outraged. “I guess I could be happier,” I mused. At this, his face beamed. “I feel your woe, friend, I feel your woe.” He handed me a clipboard, which was attached to a good thick stack of paper. At the top of the stack was a page of signatures, all indistinct and crowded around one another in grey glorious pencil. “It’s been a good day for the cause,” he said with brash modesty. Underneath this page was another just like it, followed by three more. The fourth one after that was about half full. “That’s where you come in, brother.” “I see. And is there anything you’d need me to do for the cause?” It seemed like a reasonable question. “No-” his voice was warm, chipper- “All we need is for you to write your name on that piece of paper. Let your voice be heard!” He pumped a fist into the air, like a character in…