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[Write the Story] A Small Local Political Race

Posted by reudaly on November 10, 2017 in Writing |

Prompt: A Small, Local Political Race

Words: coordinated, support, farmhand, spray, serious, rail, lips, taxpayer, fool, middle


“Better a farmhand than a meddler and a fool!”

“Is that two people or three?” Cletus asked scratching his cowlick.

Rhoda blinked. Was Cletus serious? She scanned the other small-town players and half seemed as shocked by the question as she. The other half mirrored Cletus. “Two. It’s two people. The candidate we want the one we don’t.”

“But who’s the fool then?”

Rhoda bit her lips to keep a lock on her first answer. That didn’t stop a guy to her left from spitting a spray of coffee on the wall. If Cletus weren’t a taxpayer – or so she thought – and she didn’t need all the support for Billy she could get… NO. No more.

“Now look. Billy has solid roots in this community. He’s worked hard for the farms around here. He knows what it takes to make it here. We need him as a commissioner, not some entitled rich guy whose daddy made a pile of money through the railroad.”

Rhoda played the crowd like a coordinated symphony. It wasn’t her first rodeo or her third – in fact she had an actual rodeo scheduled later. But if change was going to happen across the board, it started here. Local. Rural. Already plans were in place. Soon, no one would know what hit them.

Word Count: 216

Written: 8/1/17

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