Fiction — Tell me who I am?

I awoke with a pain in my head and no idea who or where I was. A nurse stood over me with a horrified expression on her face. Rabbit in the headlights.
“What?” I said.
She stuttered and fumbled with her words.
“Please tell me who I am?”
She said nothing but withdraw a small mirror from a pocket and showed me.
I screamed. Fuck, I was Nigel Farage.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.