First Line Friday — The Nightmare

E0009EAF-8755-4349-8439-B0FCBE761D72“Someday, this will be over — only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare,” Kevin said to his older brother, Randy.

“If you believe that, Kevin,” Randy said, “you are, at best, naive, and at worst, ignorant.”

“I really believe he’ll lose in November and that normalcy in our country will be restored,” Kevin said.

“You’re assuming that there will be an election in November,” Randy said.

“Of course there will be an election,” Kevin countered. “It’s required by the Constitution.”

Do you think Trump gives two shits about the Constitution?” Randy said. “And who would stop him from canceling the election? Not his Republican sycophants, that’s for sure. The only way there will be an election is if he knows he’ll win. And if he somehow loses, he’ll say it was rigged and declare it null and void.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Randy,” Kevin said. “Our democratic institutions won’t allow that to happen.”

“You’re a fool to believe that, Kevin,” Randy said. “He’s a dictator who controls the executive branch, the courts, and the Senate. No one is going to stop him. Between him, his sons, and Ivanka, this nightmare will not be over any time soon. And as Trump’s ass-kissing attorney general Bill Barr said, ‘History is written by the winners, so it largely depends on who is writing the history.’ I’m afraid this nightmare ain’t gonna simply fade away, brother.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday, where the first line is, “Someday, this will be over — only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.” Image credit: Simanion.com.

Thursday Inspiration — Game Over

0F7F2818-EB64-4289-9A3F-750CD9F29E4EYesterday’s Thursday Inspiration theme from Paula Light, “game,” was very timely, in that yesterday was the day we learned that in the United States it’s game over. Most major professional and college sporting events in America have been cancelled or indefinitely suspended due to the coronavirus pandemic.

The NCAA has canceled college basketball’s March Madness tournament. Major League Baseball (MLB) has canceled the rest of spring training and will delay the start of the regular season by at least two weeks. The National Basketball Association (NBA) has suspended professional basketball for at least 30 days.

The National Hockey League (NHL) has put its season on hold, as has Major League Soccer (MLS) and the PGA. Professional tennis has suspended matches through April 20th, and even though NASCAR IndyCar races will still be held, there will be no fans attending.

The economic and social impact of these cancellations and suspensions is going to be enormous. NBA officials are anticipating potentially “losses in the hundreds of millions of dollars across the sport.” And that’s just one sport.

The NCAA March Madness men’s basketball tournament is 15-day, 14-city event that, between media, marketing, broadcasting, ticket sales, gambling, and the rest, generates billions of dollars.

It’s hard to say whether or not these suspensions and cancellations of major sports in America would have happened regardless of the bungled actions of the Trump administration in dealing with this global pandemic, so I’m not going to point the finger of blame at our total incompetent and unfit president. But he certainly hasn’t done anything to help the situation and our country is going to pay a very high price.

Friday Fictioneers — The Last Straw

80071EF1-07BB-4FEA-B6C7-11F1BAF5A58AJoel glanced up at the electronic display that showed the status of all outbound flights. His flight home was delayed by at least two more hours. That meant that the kids, and maybe even his wife, would be asleep by the time he got home.

Joel’s job paid very well, but he’d grown tired of spending more time in airports and on airplanes than he did at home with his family. He was sick of spending more nights in hotel beds than in his own bed.

When he saw that his flight home was canceled, that was the last straw.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit goes to Rochelle.

SoCS — Celestial Bodies

B3D8B508-D52F-4963-A5C7-FBDC12F277E7Celeste. What are you doing here tonight?” Hal asked when he opened his door to find Celeste standing there in his hallway holding a tray.

“I came over to celebrate our one month anniversary,” Celeste said. “I brought some healthy veggies — broccoli, cauliflower, celery, carrots — plus some ranch dressing for dipping.”

“Well, that’s nice, Celeste, but I have other plans tonight,” Hal said.

“I know, but I canceled them,” Celeste said.

“You did what?” Hal said. “What the fuck, Celeste! Donna and I were going to a celebrity auction at the museum.”

“My horoscope told me that you and I were meant to be together tonight,” Celeste explained. “So when I saw on your Facebook page that you were going to the auction with Donna, I called her and told her you were too sick to go.”

“Your horoscope?”

“Yes, silly,” Celeste said. “By studying the movements and relative positions of celestial objects, you can learn all about human nature and affairs. I’ve studied our astrological charts and we are meant for each other.”

Celeste,” Hal said, “we went on one date a month ago. It was a disaster and I had no plans to go out with you again. You had no right to cancel my plans with another woman. You need to leave.”

“But Hal,” Celeste said, “I brought you a one-month anniversary gift. It’s an engraved heart charm for your charm bracelet.”

“First of all, Celeste, we don’t have any kind of anniversary to celebrate,” Hal said. “And second of all, I don’t have a charm bracelet.”

“I know, so I got you bracelet to go with the charm I got you.”

“You need to leave, Celeste,” Hal said as he grabbed her arm and literally pulled her out into the hallway outside of his apartment. “Don’t come back here, don’t call me, and for crissake, don’t call Donna again. You’re a freak.” With that, he went back into his apartment and slammed the door shut.

He picked up the phone and called Donna. “Hi Donna, no, I’m fine. Yeah, there was a bit of confusion earlier. Do you wanna here something priceless?”


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Today’s challenge is to “find a word that starts with or contains ‘cele’ and use it any way you’d like.”

FFfAW — Business Trip

img_1521Annoyed at having to sit in a coach seat while the plane sat motionless on the tarmac waiting for a break in the weather, Michael looked at his watch once again. It had been an hour since he’d boarded the plane. Of all times to not get bumped up to first class, he thought.

Michael had been away from home for almost three weeks on this trip and missed his family and sleeping in his own bed. His total travel time from Bangalore to Chicago would be just over 25 hours, including a 6 1/2 hour layover in New Delhi, assuming an on-time departure. But that ship had sailed, Michael thought, chuckling to himself at his mixed metaphor.

After another half hour, the dreaded announcement came. “This is the captain speaking,” the pilot said. “I’m sorry folks, but this flight is being canceled due to the weather. Please see the gate agent about alternative flights to your destination once we taxi back to the terminal.”

“I hate this fucking job,” Michael said loud enough to turn heads.

(175 words)


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr.