‘What’s wrong with the Boss?’ Sandra regarded the POTUS, currently crumpled over a large desk.
‘He’s waiting on the twitter storm.’
‘So why’s his Chief of Staff grinning, Pete?’
‘After the last four years? Give me a break. A little terror is good for his soul.’
‘They’ve found it? Heaven be praised.’
Peter spoke into the throat mike. ‘Yeah, we’re good to go. Where are we headed? Detroit? I’ll let him know.
Sandra held him back. ‘Come on, spill.’
‘What did he tweet about Governor Beast yesterday?’
‘He was intent on stealing the election?’
‘Right. But specifically he said – I’m paraphrasing – you’ve stolen creepy looks at my wife, and now you’ve stolen this election etc.’
Sandra nodded, taking her seat as the aircraft taxied towards the run way. ‘And?’
‘So he’s scrolling through his feed and he finds this tweet about yesterday’s photo op.’ Peter held up his phone, shwoing the POTUS eating cake with an adoring group.’
‘Geez, Pete, he’s not worried about the sugar-nazis, is he?’
‘Nope it’s the caption… When we land he expects Beard’s team to be making it headlines coast to to coast.’
‘I don’t get it. All it says is Mr President enjoys some…Oh, crap, he doesn’t think…?’
‘Sure does. And you thought a dyslexic POTUS would play well. Bring back Dan Qualyle, eh? Do you want to put him out of his misery.’
‘Give me the phone.’ Sandra re-read the caption, under the POTUS with a mouthful of creamy-coloured fruit cake
Mr President enjoys some stollen cake
This week’s #microcosms challenge involves the following Politician, airport, crime. This piece took second place!