#100WW — Stay in the Shallows

F595FE38-744B-461C-B1C8-F11E2BD7A0E3They’re always telling me to stay in the shallows. It’s dangerous, they say, to be on the rocks. I’ll end up getting stomped, they say, by two-legged giants. But what do they know? I’ve seen my friends explore those wire baskets in the shallows only to be hauled up and never to be seen again.

Besides, my blue shell matches the color of the rocks, so if I stay perfectly still, the two-legged giants don’t notice me.

Wait, one of the small giants is reaching down and picking me. He’s running to show his friends what he’s found. I’m doomed.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.

Delusional

Supporting TrumpI just read an article that showed up on my iPhone’s newsfeed this morning. CNN’s Alisyn Camerota held a panel discussion with six voters from swing districts in Pennsylvania. When the group was asked by Camerota if they were “tired of the divisiveness,” they all agreed that they were. But they were split down the middle over whether Donald Trump was responsible for that divisiveness.

“Do you think that President Trump plays any role in that divisiveness?” Camerota asked.

“No,” several voters responded. When Camerota asked the group if they think the President is “being helpful,” one Trump supporter replied: “I think he’s being helpful, yes.”

Camerota asked that same person if there was anything Trump could do that would make her not vote for him. “No.”

“If he shot someone on 5th Avenue, would you vote for him?” Camerota asked, referring to Trump’s infamous comment during his 2016 campaign that he could shoot someone on the busy New York City street and still get elected.

“You’d have to know why he shot him,” another Trump supporter, said.

“Yeah, why did he shoot him?” yet another supporter echoed.

Are you fucking kidding me? These people are the very definition of delusional. If this is the way half of American voters think, the American republic is doomed.

100WW — Tomorrow

img_1671In these days of Donald Trump, I feel like I’m stuck in a day that’s gray and lonely. But despite the shitstorm that seems to be swirling all around me, I try to remain optimistic. Yes, I’d bet my bottom dollar that tomorrow there will be sun.

No doubt that when I think about when the sun rises tomorrow over the eastern horizon, it will clear away the cobwebs and, as to my sorrows, there will be none. So I just gotta hang on until tomorrow, come what may.

Shit! Who am I kidding? We’re all fucking doomed!

(96 words)


Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Kudos to lyrisicst Martin Charnin for the words to the song “Tomorrow” from the musical Annie, whose lyrics I borrowed a little for this post.