The President (3)

The president is gracefully seated on the couch, taking in the contents of the large dining room. As usual, his fingers feel his chin to check the growth of his beard. Nothing. He thinks to himself that the growth of his beard is as uncertain as black market prices.   The president then clucks his

The President (2)

The president is in his office, admiring the trees outside and his giant nostrils. He stands by the window, and takes in the fresh air gingerly through the nostrils. “It’s going to be a beautiful day,” he whispers to himself like a composed madman. His fingers feel his chin tenderly like a bank robber tenderly