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.

To Protect and Preseve

A85C1DDA-EFC3-46BB-A586-3AA3D9C92D42Gregg heard the sound of the helicopter flying overhead. He looked up and saw hundreds of pieces of paper floating down from the whirlybird. He reached out and picked one of the fluttering leaflets out of the air before it came to rest on the ground.

After reading it, he dropped the leaflet and stood there almost petrified. Whatever hope anyone had for a peaceful transfer of power was surely lost with this news. Carrying an armful of leaflets, Gregg ran back to the small rural community. He needed to make sure the townsfolk knew what was about to happen. He was sure that everyone in town shared the sentiment expressed in the leaflets.

After all, this was coal country and they had voted overwhelmingly for the president, who had promised to restore their jobs and to bring back prosperity to their ghost towns.

But his promises went unfulfilled and his once-faithful supporters felt betrayed. The coal mines never reopened and the towns around them and the men who worked them continued to suffer. They had long ago burned their MAGA hats and dropped their naïve support for the lying bastard who gave them hope but only delivered more misery.

The leaflets from the resistance movement warned the townsfolk that, despite losing the 2020 election “bigly,” the president still refused to recognize the results, calling the election rigged and claiming that the results were illegitimate because of the votes of illegal immigrants who had flooded through the porous southern border due to Democrats not funding his wall.

Instead, he called upon his MAGA-faithful in the red states to take up arms against the “liberal elitists” and to fight to the death to preserve his power.

The leaflets warned the townsfolk that the MAGA militia was heading their way and to be prepared to fight them in the battle to protect our constitution and to preserve our democracy.


This little glimpse into America’s future uses the following daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (leaflet), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (petrified), Word of the Day Challenge (hope), and Your Daily Word Prompt (sentiment).