The Little Voice in the Head of Donald Trump in the Wee Hours

“Pssst. Donnie. It’s me. Wakey wakey.”

“Oh, give it a rest, Little Voice. I tired. Let me sleep.”

“If only I could, Donnie. But you know me, no rest for the wickedly precise. And you know who started tsunami twittering. It surely wasn’t me.”

“Holy Bad Trade Deals, Little Voice. I need my sleep. I know I’m in GREAT condition but this Presidential gig is shaping up to be quite demanding. And I am getting a lot of flack for twittering.”

“Donnie, Donnie, Donnie. You really don’t care about the crooked fake media and what they have to say?”

“Of course, I don’t.”

“Then why hesitate for a moment. Your twitter world awaits. You can’t slack off now. And besides who said ‘my twitter has become so powerful that I can actually make my enemies tell the truth?’”

“That sounds familiar.”

“Those are your words Donnie. Words written by, and here I am paraphrasing, ‘your long and beautiful fingers.’”

“They are long and beautiful, aren’t they Little Voice?”

“You are long and beautiful, Donnie, every presidential inch of you. One key ingredient is your people. They need to hear from you. Roosevelt had his Fireside Chats. You have Fireside Twits. Nightly. You can’t let up.”

“Little Voice, you are so right. If I take my foot off the twitter pedal, I’ll be letting my people down.”

“Give ‘em twitter hell tonight, Mr. President.”

“Roger, Little Voice. Thanks.”

Barely the End

This little flash fiction piece was written for Thursday Threads this week, a weekly flash fiction site I contribute to regularly. As I watch the marches around the world by people who are rightly concerned about the Trump Presidency, as well as having just watched a very fidgety Trump at the National Prayer Service, a man seemingly uneasy in quiet, reflective moments, I cannot help but wonder how he manages it all. Regardless, this story was meant to have a little fun with Donald’s decision making process though I am grounded in the reality that the days and months ahead may be bereft of sufficient joy.



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