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Chapter 8 - The Confession and The Crown
The sensation that Michael felt, was unable to be described by any. He could-
n’t believe his eyes. The glinting gold crown passed into his field of vision,
rising up slowly, two hands on either side of it. It went up above his eyebrows
and he could no longer see it. Soon after, he felt something weighted come to
rest on the top of his head. Then the emotions hit him.
A rush of something inexplicable hit him like a freight train. He had never
felt anything like it. It’s warmth, force and power. He felt unstoppable. Mi-
chael had always been a failure in his mother’s eyes. Always top of his class,
best on the sports team, the teacher’s pet. But what would his mother say?
Michael felt glorious. He raised the crown off his head, raising it high into
the sky, the crowd swarmed around him, splitting in the middle, they had him
circled, and then they closed in. he felt his two legs raised off the ground,
then a hand on his back, then finally the crowd pushed him up off the ground.
Soon, Michael was moving down the sea of faces, propelled by more and
more hands. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.
‘That will show them’,
he thought. The crowd set him down, next to the podium, he had done a full
circle. Nothing could describe how he felt.
Suddenly, a sheepish, glaring eye made Michael shiver. Judge Judie emerged
from the crowd. Michael stepped out of the eyes of the crowd, and faced the
man who was in possession of his single most valued possession. The doll his
mother had gifted him with.
“Con-Congratulations, Michael” Judge Judie stuttered hoarsely. Clearly he’d
been crying. “I-I have your…..er…..doll.”
“My mother gave YOU the doll?” Michael questioned, astonished that a
sweat-marked, middle aged man would want anything to do with a doll such
as his. He held the doll in his spindly fingers, and shoved it back into Judge
Judies’ arms.
“On second thoughts,” Michael said, feeling confident for the very first time,
“I won’t be needing this.”