FF - Friday Fictioneers
"How lovely by the lake!" I thought, settling into a chair on the patio of the rustic inn.
“Think I'll do me a bit of fishing," I decided, and I flung my fishing rod into the water.
"Sir, would you like some quiche?" offered a waiter. “On the house."
Just then a beautiful woman approached me.
"Excuse me," she cooed,"would you like to spend time with me?”
"Of course!” I responded.
"Great, wanna go to a Trump rally?”
I woke up screaming.
"What a nightmare! I'm a Jew, I don't go fishing! And I hate cheese!
"Only good thing was that girl who liked Trump. Anyone that clueless would have been putty in my hands!"
Putty in my hands? In my life, putty isn't even putty in my hands. Anyway I don't think I'd really want to spend much time with a woman who'd vote for Trump. Find me a girl who loves Adlai Stevenson! (Look him up, Millennials!)
You can find your own figurative inn by the lake if you click here and toss the ol' fishing rod into the stories by the other Friday Fictioneers in response to the picture prompt above. None of them will try to hustle you off to a Trump rally.
Me, I'm going back to sleep. "What's that, young lady? You remember Adlai? We-l-l-l-l-l ... Good night, all!"