HECHICERA DEL FUEGO
A Miraculous Appearance at Manolo South Beach
22 October 2015
By David Arthur Walters MIAMI MIRROR
City of Miami Beach Mayor Philip “King” Levine graced the Tuesday Breakfast Meeting at Manolo Restaurant South Beach with his appearance on the twentieth day of October in the year of our Lord, two thousand and fifteen.
As he proceeded to bless the audience with his presence, I noticed a photographer taking pictures of His Eminence. He was standing beside a beautiful young lady who had introduced herself to me as Fátima.
That would be Fátima Perez, an accomplished lobbyist whom he retained as his Chief of Staff last February. A Court follower who calls herself Ladra, i.e. “She Barks,” speculated that Fátima, who is familiar with the powerful lords up north, would advance his career there.
I believe, however, that it is more likely that the reason for her being here at this time is to correct the public perception that the king has been going around without clothes after being sold an invisible suit by one of his high commissioners.
Appearances are not always deceiving; that is why first impressions are so lasting. Fátima left me with the impression, after a twenty-second encounter, that she is a self-righteous, chronic worker, and that despite her serious demeanor, which was betrayed by her brightly striped pants, she is a romantic, nurturing woman, and a bit of a seductress. I would go further to suppose that her planet is Venus, her favorite color blue, and emerald her gemstone, but that would be sheer speculation.
Now Mayor Levine must have noticed that people were noticing that his staff members were supporting his campaign for reelection to the local throne instead of working at the castle. He interrupted his opening remarks to say that they had taken personal time to serve as his retinue. No doubt he appreciates their dedication and will reward them one way or another—gossipers say he is as rich as Midas.
Whether or not Fátima was derelict in her duty was of no concern to me. I could not take my eyes off her. I felt entranced, somehow bewitched. She began to glow as I beheld her, as if she were standing in a blazing furnace. Suddenly she split into two, each left hand holding a lamp from which a blue cobra rose.
She spoke to me with her eyes, confiding in me three secrets on condition that I not reveal them until after the election.
“Did you see that?” I asked the gentleman standing next to me.
“That enchantress,” I said, and I nodded my head towards Fátima—but her appearance had returned to normal.
“She is the mayor’s senior consultant.”
Mayor Levine delivered the usual speech. His strategy is simple and effective. Propagate the positive whether true or not, ignore the negative. Sometimes he stumbles when repeating his mantra that his kingdom is great. Practice makes perfect.
He asked for questions, and without hesitation picked a woman sitting in the front row. She got up and sang out a well-rehearsed ditty on his virtues. He declared that he had not orchestrated her performance.
I thought it wonderful that he had risen from being a slave on a cruise ship, a lowly hawker of tours, to his present eminence. The restaurant looked like a ship’s deck. Hopefully it is not a ship of fools. The King’s Printer, the Miami Herald, has endorsed him, which means the editors think he will win and will therefore need him for an Authoritative Source.