Spending time staring at prototypes for an intrusive wall
When not imposing sanctions and specializing in name call;
Employing social media with the maturity of a three-year-old
Surrounded by a coterie incapable of telling or being told.
“Don’t send anything into my country” he indignantly yells
“I will decide what needs to be made and what sells”
It is only a matter of time before the world wakes up to this evil
Realizing the despot being kicked out will be the one great idyll
(Word Count: 84)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#109
(Photo Credit: Ceayr)
The most conspicuous thing about the house was the plants. Lining the red painted steps leading towards the door, neatly clustered on the extended ledge and even delicately perched on the railings of the balcony, the pots in which the greenery was housed made for a pretty and aesthetic sight. She called them her children. Devils Ivies, Dracaenas, Moth Orchids and Anthuriums, pre-christened children who arrived on her doorstep. Assiduously watering them, she even spent a few minutes crooning pleasantries in front of them.
Venky once asked her, “What’s with your love for plants?”
“Pure and unconditional reciprocation”, replied Ash.
(Word Count: 100)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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