Plummeting Approval Ratings

994cafa9-7d21-421e-9e35-cf1ea7f639f8“I don’t understand why my approval rating is plummeting,” the President said. “I’ve accomplished more in my first two years than all other presidents combined.”

“It’s the government shutdown, sir,” Jared said. “People aren’t happy about that and they blame you.”

“Blame me? It’s the Democrats’ fault. They don’t want to give me my wall. I want my wall. I’m determined to get my wall,” POTUS said.

“The truth is, Mr. President,” Sarah said, “that most Americans are against the wall. The polls show….”

“The polls?” Trump interrupted. “What do the polls know? Didn’t the polls forecast that I’d lose bigly to Crooked Hillary? And yet my victory was the biggest landslide in presidential election history. Isn’t that right, Ivanka?”

“Yes, Daddy. It was marvelous, just like my line  shoes, purses, and jewelry.”

“Exactly,” POTUS said with a smile. “We have to do something big. I can’t just float around like a piece of fucking driftwood, you know. I’m a star, we need to grab this thing like I grab women’s pussies, dammit.”

“I know,” said Mick Mulvaney. “Let’s end the shutdown, Mr. President. You’ll be hailed as a hero, sir.”

“Fuhgedabboudit!” Trump shouted. “I know. Let’s rent a large arena and stage a giant rally. No wait, a yuge stadium. It will be broadcast across all the networks. Millions will watch me. Then all those stupid suckers will love me again. The best president ever.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (combine), Fandango’s One-WordPress Challenge (determined), Ragtag Daily Prompt (forecast), Your Daily Word Prompt (marvelous), Michael’s Writing Prompts (driftwood), and Daily Addictions (arena).

Fixer-Upper

f49e5d99-0189-420a-898b-8c7cf547e3ef“What do you think of this place?” Malcolm, the real estate broker, asked the couple.

“I don’t like the neighborhood, Malcolm,” Alice said. “There was a vagrant man who was urinating in the alley around the corner. Just the memory of seeing that is haunting me.”

“It’s a neighborhood in transition,” Malcolm admitted. He then turned to Jesse. “What was your impression?”

“I think this place has a lot of issues,” Jesse said. “First of all, all that slime in that one corner of the basement makes me think that there are some water leakage woes that would need to be addressed.”

“We can get a contractor in to give you an estimate for that,” Malcolm suggested. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” Jesse responded. “I’m the cook in the family, and this house has an electric range. That’s a deal breaker. I cook only with gas.”

“I can find out what it will cost to put in a gas line,” Malcom said.

“Can you show us something in a better neighborhood that is more turnkey?” Alice asked.

Malcolm sighed, wondering to himself why he chose to work in real estate. “Sure,” Malcolm said. “But if you don’t want a fixer-upper in a transitional neighborhood, you’re going to have to at least double your budget.”


Written for these daily prompts: Michael’s Writing Prompts (Malcolm), Ragtag Daily Prompt (vagrant), Word of the Day Challenge (haunting), Your Daily Word Prompt (slime), Daily Addictions (woe), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (range).

Swiped Right

8faae92c-696d-45ec-a856-946070bb6707“My dream,” Allison said, “has always been to live in a beautiful Italian estate with marble floors, thick plaster walls, stained glass windows, and with stunning baroque ceiling frescoes derivative of Michelangelo’s at the Sistine Chapel.”

“I see,” Justin responded. He was sitting across from her at a Starbucks, where they had agreed to meet. He tried to conceal his eye-roll from his date.

“What about you, Justin?” Allison asked. “If you could live anywhere, what kind of place would you choose?”

“My tastes are, I believe, a little more modest than yours apparently are,” Justin said. “I would prefer a rustic log cabin in the mountains, one next to an idyllic babbling brook. It would have a large great room with an enormous stone fireplace, in front of which would be a real bear-skin rug. I would be the only resident on that part of the mountain.”

Allison looked at Justin with total disbelief. “Have I fallen into madness or something?” she said. “Based upon your profile on the dating site, we’re supposed to be totally compatible. But a log cabin on a mountain? Seriously?”

In your profile, Allison,” Justin said, “you said you were ‘down to earth.’ What you described as your dream abode is anything but down to earth. I’m now convince that I should have swiped left.” Justin stood up and walked out of the Starbucks shaking his head.


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (dream), Ragtag Daily Prompt (marble), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (plaster), Your Daily Word Prompt (derivative), Daily Addictions (resident), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (into madness).

Give Me Some Space

3e013d37-d459-40b7-86e3-787d06265fc3“You need to give me some space,” Ned snapped at his wife.

Nancy was shocked by her husband’s rebuke. “I just can’t imagine your going to the coast alone, without me and the children.”

“Look,” Ned said, “the cardiologist said that it’s vital for my health to reduce my stress level. I think going to the beach house by myself will do me a world of good. I can spend a week or so just chilling out.”

“But if the kids and I go there with you, I’ll stay out of your way and keep the kids out of your hair. You’ll be able to take the time to wind down and relax,” Nancy said.

“Nancy,” Ned said sternly,” If I don’t get my blood pressure down, I won’t have many tomorrows left. I need this.”

Tears started streaming down Nancy’s cheeks. “Ned, I’m just so afraid that if you go there alone, it will mean that tomorrow’s forever.


Wriitdn fof these daily prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (space), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (rebuke), Word of the Day Challenge (imagine), Daily Addictions (coast), Ragtag Daily Prompt (vital), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (tomorrow’s forever).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Enjoy the View

a5f62dd9-e447-4649-9816-1fb0665af5d6“It’s exquisite, isn’t it?” Anna said.

Hearing no response from her boyfriend, she repeated her question. “The view of the city from here, it’s stunning, don’t you think?”

Still no response. “Earth to Michael,” she said. “Come in, come in.”

Michael turned to Anna. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was lost in thought.”

“Let me guess,” Anna said. “It’s a beautiful day and you can’t stop obsessing about that moron who believes he’s a legend in his own mind.”

“I just can’t get over the inane things that he says and tweets,” Michael said. “He’s crazy. Shutting down the government over his stupid border wall. His constant lies, his detrimental actions. I can’t inderstand why Mueller hasn’t been able to wrap up his investigation in a more timely manner. It’s clear to anyone with half a brain and who isn’t living in a cave that Trump is guilty as shit of colluding with the Russians, of obstruction justice, and of being a total charlatan.”

“It’s Sunday, Michael,” Anna said. “You have to give it a rest before you make yourself sick. Let’s go get some mussels and wash them down with a pitcher of beer.”

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy the food and the view.”

(198 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Also written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (exquisite), Your Daily Word Prompt (lost), Nova’s Daily Random Word (legend), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inane), Daily Addictions (border), Ragtag Daily Prompt (timely), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (cave).