Ficlets

They started coming slowly, just a couple a day. Gradually, hundreds, then thousands were coming everyday. They came from every part of the country, all handwritten and self-addressed. They showed pictures of hometowns, proud sons, and of course, the stars and stripes. But they all said the same thing.

Dear Mr. President:
Look what you have done.

The country was in an uproar, every city, every town had heard of these postcards. The news spread like wildfire that a few highschool students had started this type of, say, chain letter. Every media agency in the country was clustered around the White House, hoping the catch a comment or maybe even a statement from the President himself. After all, the postcards were addressed to him. But after days of waiting, still no comment from the White House. People were beginning to wonder, does he not care? How can he sleep at night, knowing thousands of America’s youth were banding together against him?
But slowly, it became clear.
He didn’t even know.