For this Literary Free Write, Gavin Shehan presents Donald Trump as the character Meursault from The Stranger by Albert Camus
Trump, somehow lost after wandering out of his winter home in the south of Texas, was exceedingly uncomfortable. His now wrinkled and sweat-stained suit made him appear as some sort of zombie in your prototypical television show- his toupee was matted, his spray-tan created visible splotches in his skin tone, ranging from dark orange-brown to the pale and oddly pure white of his bare skin, his strange drunkard stumble…
Like any uncomfortable toddler would, Trump complained the whole time he walked along, mumbling “damned, foreign, incomprehensible wife of mine” or “Mexico should install an AC unit for their climate” or “why haven’t I seen the wall- oh yeah, I need to build it.” Ironically, he did actually cross into Mexico after a time.
After a while in the foreign land, he stumbled across a creek, and on its banks rested a native- sombrero, pancho, and all. Standing over the sleeping man, Trump’s mind wandered. His thoughts drifted from his presidential campaign, to the great successes of his life, to the resentment he held for his father for lending him only the $1 million loan, and finally back to the Mexican.
“Look at him sleep there,” he brooded angrily. “Not a care in the world. Probably not a single dollar to his filthy name. All the while I’m here due to my wealth and sleep deprivation. It’s not fair. I should have just bought the land next to the border and built the wall myself. Look at him. All he has is the coolness of this creek to himself … I must have it!”
Nearing unconsciousness, Donald drew his .38 special and pumped a single round into the innocent man’s head.