“Someday”
David and Rob sat on their couch, each on their phone. Occasionally, one would sigh or mutter something under their breath. Then the doorbell rang.
David looked at Rob. “Were you expecting something.”
“No.”
David started to get up,
but Rob stopped him. Setting his phone
on the arm of the couch, he said, “I need a break from doomscrolling.”
Rob walked from the room,
but a few seconds later, David heard a muttered, “Fuck.”
“What is it?”
“It’s John, from across
the street.”
David jumped up and
started towards the door, but stopped.
He quickly started recording a video, and then held his phone by his
side, ready to bring it up if he needed to document the encounter. At the front door, they nodded to each other
and then Rob opened it.
John stood a foot or so
back from the door. He didn’t seem to
know what to do with his hands which clasped and unclasped multiple times. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you that I am
sorry. This was never my vision for
America. I was conned. I-”
John stopped and took a
breath. “I know we’ll never agree on … a
lot of things, but I hope you’ll believe me when I say that I no longer support
Trump. He … he needs to be removed from
office. I know that won’t immediately
fix all the damage he has done, but it’s a start.”
For a moment, the three
men just stood, looking at one another.
John coughed. “Anyway, I wanted to say I’m sorry I ever
supported him, and hopefully someday, years from now I’m sure, we could all
just have beers. As neighbors.
“That’s all I wanted to
say.” John gave a brief smile, then turned and walked away.
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