No Satisfaction–Yet


I was out inspecting the perimeter yesterday and I saw a flash of red in the bushes. I pulled out this sign that someone must have tossed here.

They probably stole it from another lawn and flung it here, hopefully in disgust, but I wish they hadn’t tainted my property. It landed not far from my Black Lives Matter sign.

The Trump sign was high quality: heavy plastic and sturdy wire frame. It wasn’t that easy bending the spokes and ripping the plastic. But I managed. I worked hard. No satisfaction in it, though. None at all.

Only one thing will give me satisfaction, and that can’t happen until November 3.

By David Klein

David Klein

Published novelist, creative writer, journalist, avid reader, discriminating screen watcher.


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