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stayintheroom Prompt 61

Making His Way

Even though it had stopped raining, his wife's stole was still dripping wet in his hand.

She'd left him alone and dashed off to the bathroom in hopes of repairing the damage the deluge had done, but he was still waiting.

This was not turning out to be a good party.

He had wanted to show her off and the CEO's cocktail hour seemed like a good opportunity.

Everyone at work would see how amazingly hot his wife was. She'd spent a thousand dollars on a little white dress and the wildly pink fringed stole, trying to look nice on his arm. But the stole had bled all over and left her looking like a half-albino flamingo.

He didn't want to start mingling with a handful of sodden pink lace, but he was starting to look like a man in a prostate commercial waiting at the bathroom door. Finally the door cracked open and a bare but toned arm reached out and took the stole. She said, "Go on. Get a drink. I'll see you out there in a few minutes."

There was a bit of good-natured ribbing that he hadn't been able to pry his wife away from her career, which was a relief since that meant they hadn't seen his wife's sodden dash. He ordered a pink gin from the bartender and heard the gasp from most of the room.

Turning around, he saw his beautiful and brilliant wife in a hot pink dress stride into the room. She walked up to him and took the matching glass from his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Everyone was looking at her, and consequently at him. They were all dressed in blacks and whites, there was even a woman in the same white dress his wife had bought. But now she was the star, the sun all the flowers pointed their heliotropic faces toward, the orchid in the sea of carnations.

She turned slightly and said, "Hello, Governor!"

"With this beautiful lady at your side, you could go far."

That was how he'd started his Senate campaign.

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Prompt: stole, dripping, wife, thousand, wild, officer, flamingos

Pick three or more. You don't necessarily have to use the word itself.

Used all words given in prompt... CEO is "chief executive officer" :-)

I subscribed to several daily prompt comms here. I feel like I should write more. I want to wake up at the end of N weeks/months/years and have something demonstrable to show for it. Plus there's a dearth of really tasty fiction out there, so maybe I should cook my own for a while.

Today's stayintheroom was "Your character's happiest memory."

That struck a chord with me, not because I have an established character that all fiction filters through currently, but because that was how I started one of my first original pieces when I wanted to step away from fanfic. It remains a very weird subset of an even weirder story that showed me I was a lot too damaged to come up with plots for mundane characters.

I will dig it out for you. I called it:
( Julian Wins By a Head )