One that will be remembered forever. I remember gripping my hot chocolate while enjoying a cooling autumn day in November. The breeze blowing dried leaves off the trees.
The election would be held that night. My friends in anticipation for our first woman president.
I have butterflies. My friends tell me not to be so dramatic. Even if Trump is elected he won't have Congress behind him. It's easy for them to believe their futures are secure. But I notice that there are factors that lead into how nervous people are for this election. Queer, female, colored people are often the most worried. Oh wait...that's me.
I sit with my family as we watch the poles pass each other. They are so close. Hillary takes the lead a few times. Other times Trump does. The tension fills the air and then suddenly Donald springs forward just a bit and both polls stop. I pray that Hillary moves forward just a bit more. Nothing happens. The polls are closed, Trump has won. America's nightmare has just started.
And so has mine.
YOU ARE READING
2017
Historical FictionWhat if Donald Trump became president? I had a dream about that. My friends helped me write it down. Here you go.
