“You’re such a snowman,” Howard said.
“A what?” Seth asked.
“A snowman,” Howard repeated. “You know, an anti-Trump, whiny libtard.”
“You mean a ‘snowflake,’” Seth corrected.
“Whatever,” Howard said. “You liberals, with all your bogus caring about those damn illegal families crossing the border, are destroying America. These criminals and rapists and MS-13 gang members are invading our county and if we don’t stop and arrest them and separate each kid from his family, they’re going to turn our country brown and everyone will be speaking Mexican and there will be a taco stand on every corner.”
“You sounds like a blithering idiot, Howard,” Seth said. “Where are you getting your information? Who’s filling your head with all that bullshit?”
“Sean Hannity and Tucker Carlson on Fox News,” Howard answered. “That’s the only place to get real news. All the other networks are fake news with reporters who, as Trump says, are the enemy of the American people.”
Seth sighed deeply and shook his head in disbelief. “We are in deep shit,” he said, more to himself than to Howard.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are snowman, family, and caring.
“It’s freezing in here,” Deirdre complained. “No way I’m taking off my clothes and hopping into bed with you. Don’t you have a heater for this room?”
“I’ll turn up the heat on the furnace,” Sammy said. “It will warm up the room in a few minutes. So why don’t you get in bed and make yourself comfortable, if you know what I mean.”
Deirdre smiled, did a little sensuous striptease, and slipped under the covers. Sammy left to turn the furnace up and when he came back into the room, he peeled off his close and joined Deirdre under the covers. He began caressing her body when he heard her scream. “Jesus Christ! You just scratched the hell outta my tit with that goddam fingernail of yours. You need to clip that thing.”
“You know I can’t do that, babe,” Sammy said. That’s my guitar plucking finger. I need to keep that fingernail long.”
“Can’t you use a pick instead of having that freakishly long nail?”
“No, I can’t,” Sammy responded. “You need to stop being such a snowflake.”
“And you need to stop being such a control freak,” Deirdre said as she got out of bed, got dressed, and left Sammy’s apartment.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the words are “snowflake,” “heater,” and “fingernail.” Also written for my very own One-Word Challenge where the word is “control.”