The Suit

 At first the suit had been the perfect fit, Italian by design, just like Lorenzo. He felt a bit flash in it at first, but knew it would do the job and it certainly helped him stand out from the crowd in such a wonderful  patriotic way. Isabella sighed and offered him her sideways glance, knowing that she’d always been the eternal spark to his flame and all had been going so well until his wife found out: Gloriana who was the real power behind his throne.

  He stood tall and tanned and wildly handsome, now on the very brink of being sworn in as President of his good country and so genuinely adored by the people.  Of course he was flattered by all of the attention plus the long years of hard grind which had brought him to this precise moment in time which he now held in the palm of his hand. This was his moment and the crowd were hushed by him, reverent and stilled in absolute awe.  The wheeling and the dealing, the lies and the pacts were held tight in the shadows of what would become his new government; nothing less than a sham. But no one could doubt that this beautiful suit adorning him was anything but an absolute work of art- in more ways than one. 

 Gloriana moved in a tad closer to her man with one hand gently caressing his rear as her eyes locked hard on Isabella and more than a mere glance passed between them. It was an understanding, one might say, a knowing; one where they both smiled at the exact same time. She reached forward slowly then, as if right on cue, and with determination drew gently on a stray thread from his jacket as if to loosen its hold.  

Lorenzo began to lift then as his feet swiftly left the floor and with a suddenness he was floating above the masses. He rose like some modern day saviour whilst the crowd gasped its approval at the ‘miracle’ they were now witnessing. But he continued to float above their heads like some huge barrage balloon, becoming fuller with each new intake of breath and moving further and further away. He was terrified as he wavered, clothed only in the colours of the flag of his homeland before floating away into in that clear blue sky of empty space.

At first the suit had been the perfect fit, Italian by design, just like Lorenzo.