A Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Political Affair.

This story was inspired by the following Word Prompts:

Word of the Day: Sensitivity

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/sensitivity/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/your-daily-word-prompt-constituency-july-25th-2018/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/25/fowc-with-fandango-shallow/#comment-17444

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/three-things-challenge-25-july-2018/

Today’s things are: snowman, family, caring

 

 A Political Affair

William Wilberforce Dudley-Walsh was the member of Parliament for the constituency of East Redborough and Shorwell. It consisted of the eastern half of a former seaside resort and several miles of unspoilt coastline and a few scattered farms. He was a Conservative member and he was thankful that he represented a fairly typical Conservative seat. He was always returned with a safe majority and as such did very little actual work at all. He may have been given the middle name of one of Britain’s greatest political campaigners who successfully managed to get Parliament to pass the abolition of slavery act, but he wasn’t at all made from the same material. It had been quite a useful boon when trying to find a seat, people liked the reference.

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Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two

A couple of days ago I wrote a short story about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/23/a-multiple-word-prompt-story-sun-sea-and-a-cup-of-tea/

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so here is part two.

Part Two

Jane opened the door to her apartment. To her relief her husband had managed to wake up, all by himself and judging by the sound of the shower was preparing himself for the day ahead. It was twenty minutes past ten and he’d been asleep since eleven o’clock last night. She had heard practically every snore. She was beginning to worry that he’d gone into some kind of hibernation. She’d always suspected he was at least half bear, he was hairy enough from the neck down. When they’d met he had a good head of hair too, but that had since deserted his head like snow deserted the mountains in summer. He claimed that thirty years of marriage to her had caused it to fall out.

She walked over to her open suit case and took out her travel kettle. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Who is it?” Her husband called out. Who does he think it is? She wondered.

Putting on a bit of an accent she replied “It’s Lolita your Spanish maid can I come in and squeeze your bottom?”

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