“This country needs me,” thought the candidate confidently as he readied himself for the flash bulbs and the tirade of questions his presence always prompted.
He checked himself in the mirror: Hair perfect, tailored Armani suit crisp.
“They need a man who knows and understands the working class. Someone who feels their struggle.”
He checked his Rolex. “It’s time!” his called to his campaign manager.
Grabbing the arm of his young fashion model wife, the candidate stepped from his private jet and waved to reporters as he strode towards his waiting limousine.
“Yep, I’m a man of the people!”
Word Count: 99
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]