By Neel Anil Panicker
“America’s become his playing ground”
‘True, man,’ said Robert.
Inhaling deep into his Cuban cigar, the very last in his possession, Richard banged his large hairy hands onto the table. A flurry of heads turned around.
Border town pubs are not a place for the upper crust to hang around anyways.
“I tell you if this Trump humps us we ourselves are to be blamed”
‘You said it man.’
“We gave him the shaft. He dug in the pit wheel and now, is all set to turn the wheels of history”.
‘Looks like somebody’s hell bent on writing his story’
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Written for flash fiction challenge provided by