Sunday Photo Fiction — Vacation Home

66D2F4B2-454B-40FA-B915-A5926610D8CF“It’s so picturesque,” Emma said. “Like a picture postcard.”

“It’s not a good investment, Emma,” Paul responded.

“Why not?” Emma asked. “I’ve always wanted a vacation home by this lake. It would be perfect. I know the children would be thrilled.”

“I don’t know,” Paul said. “I think we need to keep looking.”

“But why, Paul? You know that, with that huge bonus you just got, we can afford to purchase one of those townhomes.”

“I don’t like how those buildings are sandwiched between the lake and the cliffs,” Paul said.

“That’s what makes it so breathtaking, Paul,” Emma argued. “What is your problem?”

“My problem, Emma, is climate change.”

“Climate change? Seriously?”

“Yes,” Paul responded. “Water levels have been rising by three to four inches each year in this lake. And that’s likely to accelerate. Besides, this region is prone to earthquakes and they’re saying one is overdue. Can you imagine how large chunks of those cliffs would come crashing down onto those townhouses if there was a large earthquake?”

“Fine, Paul,” Emma said. “I just never thought you’d fall for this Chinese hoax about climate change and succumb fake news.”

“You have to stop watching Fox News, Emma.”

(200 words)


Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: A Mixed Bag.

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But At Least He’s Not a Democrat

 

Image result for roy moore“You’re doubting what she claimed happened?” asked Sarah. “Why would you believe a sleazy, dirty old man like that?”

“Because he said he didn’t do it. It’s fake news perpetrated by those who want to see him fail,” Michael answered.

“Fake news? Seriously?” said Sarah. “Five women have come forward. More than 30 other sources were cited.”

“I just find the claims to be dubious,” Michael said. “And even if he did it, she went along with it, didn’t she? She got in his car.”

Sarah raised a questioning eyebrow. “She was 14 years old and he was a powerful man.”

“Oh come on. It happens all the time,” Michael said. There are stories throughout recorded history of young sirens spiriting men away from the straight and narrow. This guy wasn’t the first to be tempted by the allure of some young beauty. And he won’t be the last.”

“That may be true,” Sarah said, “but it doesn’t make it right. He’s a pedophile who uses his position and power to take advantage of young, naive girls.”

“Fine,” Michael said. “He may be a pedophile and a really sleazy guy, but at least he’s not a Democrat.”


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

To Be Enlightened

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“I don’t understand,” Hal said. “It’s just a handgun and I got it to protect our home and family.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll enlighten you,” Rosemary said. “Statistics show that a gun in the home is more likely to be used in a homicide, suicide, or unintentional shooting than to be used for self-defense.”

“Oh come on,” Hal responded. “That’s fake news.”

“No, it’s not. It’s true,” Rosemary said. “Having a gun in the home is eleven times more likely to be used for attempted or successful suicides than for self-defense. It’s seven times more likely to be used in criminal assaults and homicides, and four times more likely in unintentional shooting deaths or injuries.”

“But we’d use the gun exclusively for self-defense,” Hal objected.

Rosemary sighed. “Did you know that, on average, nearly 5,000 children in the United States receive medical treatment in an emergency room each year for a gun-related injury? And about 21% of those injuries are unintentional. Almost 1,300 children die annually from a gun-related injury in this country.”

“Really?” asked Hal, genuinely surprised by the statistics.

“Yes, and in just the first nine months of this year, almost 3,000 teens and kids have been shot,” Rosemary said. “Now do you understand why I don’t want you to bring a gun into our home?”

“But….”

“But nothing. Either that gun goes, or the kids and I go.”

It was Hal’s turn to sigh. “Yes, fine, you’ve enlightened me.”


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

Americans Love Fake News

F6C30086-C073-4F7E-83A8-0BC803B33DB6In a post from yesterday, I quoted Albert Einstein, who said, “The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.”

Apparently, in 2017 America, stupidity reigns supreme.

Why would I say such a thing? Well, I read an article published in USA Today that reported on a new poll by Politico and Morning Consult. That poll shows that 46% of American voters believe that major news organizations fabricate stories about the president and his administration.

The poll, released yesterday, noted that an overwhelming majority of Republicans — 76% — believe the media makes up news about Trump. And of the voters who strongly approve of the president’s job performance, 85% believe the media makes up fake news about Trump.

Think about that for a moment.

Almost half of all Americans, three-quarters of all Republicans, and more than eight in ten Trump supporters have bought into Donald Trump’s totally baseless contention that anything the mainstream media reports about him that isn’t positive or flattering is fake news.

I am afraid that it has come to pass that the lunatics are running the asylum and that half of the American public has been committed to that asylum.

Einstein was right. Stupidity knows no limits.

FFfAW — The Deed

IMG_2644The new moon was in the sky, making it a particularly dark night. That was a good thing. In Ivan’s line of work, the cover of darkness was a blessing.

He sat patiently, nursing a latte at a table in the back corner of the outdoor cafe across the street from the hotel. Sitting patiently and waiting was a large part of his job, so he was used to it.

He peered through a small pair of binoculars, alert to all movements outside the hotel’s lobby. He had already affixed the silencer to the barrel of his weapon, which he held on his lap. Ivan was totally ready to do the deed when the time arrived.

When he saw his target exiting from the hotel, Ivan stood up, stealthily ran across the street, and shot the man in the face before darting into an alleyway next to the hotel.

The president will be pleased, Ivan thought. One less hypercritical investigative journalist publishing fake news.

(164 words)


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Pamela S. Canepa.