“Captain, we’ve got a real problem.”
“They’re trying to cross the border again, thousands of them. Fleeing oppression, asking for sanctuary, lined up for miles on the Interstate. But shall we close the border?”
The captain climbed the observation tower and scanned the horizon. He gasped at the sheer mass of SUVs headed south. “Do we have any idea what they’re fleeing from, Corporal?”
“Best guess is the election, sir. You know how ridiculous the rhetoric became, near the end—really scary shit—intolerant, xenophobic, bigoted, and hateful.”
“So what happened?”
“According to the polls, he’s actually winning.”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s 100WGCU prompt.
See also: Trumped Again.
4 thoughts on “Trumped”
Thanks. It’s not the kind of fiction I normally do, for sure.
I appreciated it…😎