An American Fantasy

Joe Biden approached the podium. Adjusting the microphone, he pulled something

from his pocket and placed it on the lectern. Secret service personnel quickly

moved toward the stage.

"Stay," Biden said into the mike.

They held their position as he began his speech.

"My fellow Americans, today I was informed of a fact that I already knew to be

true."

The crowd sat silent as Secret Service personnel began to fidget. One reached

to his ear, leaning forward, and cast his eyes left and right.

"Do it," Dr. Jill Biden murmured to herself.

"Today I learned that I am a medically-created clone of the true, late Joe

Biden," he continued. "It is my fault…"

Reaching to the lectern, he grabbed the gun and placed it to his temple.

"…that America is broken. I'm so sorry, Beau. He truly loved you."

As Secret Service personnel stormed the stage, he pulled the trigger and ended

his short-lived life. Jill lowered her head and smiled wickedly.