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).

100WW — The Rally

02a53f4a-d4ea-404c-aebe-43268679557fAnita was crafting her intricate sign to bring to the rally. Donna brought her a cup of coffee and set it down on the table. “What are you hoping to accomplish?” Donna asked.

“My quest is to call attention to women’s rights,” Anita said. “Ever since Trump and his criminal associates took over, the rights we fought so hard for are frail. We must take umbrage with what they are doing not just in our words but with our actions.

“Well, it just so happens I read your horoscope today,” Donna said. “It said your endeavors will bear fruit.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo by T. Chick McClure.

Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (intricate), Nova’s Daily Random Word (coffee), Ragtag Daily Prompt (quest), Your Daily Word Prompt (associate), Daily Addictions (frail), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (umbrage), and Weekly Prompts (horoscope).

Ill-Conceived Celebration

559FE81C-5F73-4C41-A131-1A8BF3DD6516“I need a pencil,” Aaron said. “Can you quit squatting in that corner and find me one?”

“Why do you need a pencil?” Ray asked.

“I’m planning the celebration.”

“What celebration?”

“To honor the President. He’s coming to town for a rally.”

“You want to plan a celebration for that imperious bastard?”

“He’s the President. We can’t afford not to celebrate his being here.”

“I can’t believe how happy you are to capitulate to that moron who is destroying our nation.

(Exactly 82 words)


26D489A5-3E66-4D92-866E-0551A1656DA9Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt (“celebration” in exactly 82 words). And for: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pencil), Ragtag Daily Prompt (squat), Your Daily Word Prompt (imperious), Scotts Daily Prompt (afford), and Word of the Day Challenge (capitulate).

Please Don’t Go

0B2487E6-F397-4A38-AD6B-2B66D6C4CDD6“Mom, I really don’t think you should go,” Abbie said to her mother.

“Why not, Sweetie?” Amanda asked her daughter.

“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling,” Abbey replied.

“Ah, another one of your premonitions?” Amanda said, a wry smile on her face.

“Don’t mock me, Mom,” Abbie insisted. “I am worried for you, that’s all.”

“I know, Sweetie,” Amanda said. “But you always seem to have these feelings of foreboding and nothing bad ever actually happens. You’re too young to be such a worry wart.”

“But Mom….”

“Abbie, enough already,” Amanda said. “I’m going to be surrounded by other teachers who feel the same way I do about that clown of a president suggesting that we teachers pack heat in our schools. It’s a peaceful demonstration. It will be fine. I’ll be fine.”

Knowing that she would be unable to persuade her strong-willed mother against going to the rally, Abbie finally gave up. “Just promise me, Mom, that if things get even the least bit weird, you’ll leave.”

“I love you, Sweetie, even with all of your worrying and troubling premonitions,” Amanda said, hugging her daughter. “I’ll be back before dinner time.”

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The bulletin came on Abbie’s iPhone news feed about two hours later. There was a shooting at the teachers’ rally at City Hall. A man with an AR-15 semiautomatic weapon, wearing a red “Make America Great Again” hat, opened fire on the the assembled group. There were mass casualties.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “premonition.”