“There has to be some way to unite us.” Don was resting in the shade of a beech tree with his horse Rocinante grazing nearby.
“It does seem to be something that should happen, for the sake of us all,” responded his squire.
“If we would all just sit down at a supper and talk to one another, better yet… listen… I think that we could pull our country back together.”
“Sorry, sir. Would that be serve a vegan meal, a pescetarianism meal, or should it include red meat for the paleotarians?”
“You’re right. A meal would be too divisive.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: February 26, 2018. Requirements: Create a 100 word flash fiction story using the prompt provided.