He laid out t-shirts trying to decide which would be best. There were rules: no partisan shirts, pins, or buttons allowed. The red/blue silhouette shirt wouldn’t do. “Hope” was probably unacceptable, too.
He selected a plain gray tee. It was roomy and would do nicely. He taped his weapon securely to his hairless belly and slipped on the shirt.
He entered the voting booth and drew the curtain.
Reaching into his shirt, he drew out his lucky No. 2 pencil. He carefully filled in the ovals next to the name of the one he prayed would become the next president.
He selected a plain gray tee. It was roomy and would do nicely. He taped his weapon securely to his hairless belly and slipped on the shirt.
He entered the voting booth and drew the curtain.
Reaching into his shirt, he drew out his lucky No. 2 pencil. He carefully filled in the ovals next to the name of the one he prayed would become the next president.
