In case anyone is interested in submitting to this thread, there is a deadline of elecshun nite, by 8 pm.A short story in 500 words or less, including the question
Why didn’t you ring?
Come on flashers, where are you?
In case anyone is interested in submitting to this thread, there is a deadline of elecshun nite, by 8 pm.A short story in 500 words or less, including the question
Why didn’t you ring?
Come on flashers, where are you?
Agh; thanks for the reminder, Nym.
I’m trying to adapt one I prepared earlier. But on reflection it might have been less arduous to have written one from scratch.
Time is not on my side at the moment; too many conflicting demands, but I’ll do my best.
WIll try! Have lost polling card as well now. DOes that mean one cannot vote?!
NO Claire you can still go to the station and prove your identity from the list they will have there. No getting out of it now!
Ara, I look forward to it. No pressure.
The Polling Booth
There were hardly a glimmer o’ mornin’
When Medad made his cuppa downstairs.
So that were no diff’rent from usual;
What he called ‘our state of affairs’.
But today would be diff’rent; he told us.
Mark his words! He had things on his plate!
There were no other words to describe it:
He was charged with Affairs of the State.
It meant he’d been Summoned for Duty –
As a Freeman o’t’ town, so ‘e said –
To perform Certain Tasks at the Libr’y
Where ‘istory was made, not just read.
I rushed down to wish him good fortune
On this Day of All Days. “Yes, Melad!
It’s not evr’y day Slacky Bottom
Gets to vote with the ‘elp o’ your Dad.
Memam was on hand with the lunch-pack –
As she was ev’ry normal day too –
And delivered the requisite caution:
“Take care, Dad, whatever you do!”
“Don’t you fret, Mam; there’s nothin’ can ‘appen
While I’m workin’ for t’PM. I’m Enrolled –
And I’ve got to keep watch on all t’ voters
‘N’ make sure that they do as they’re told.”
“O’ course, Boss down at Mill wasn’t ‘appy,
When I said I’d been Summoned and that.
He wanted to know who’d pay wages.
If PM would, he’d eat ‘is best ‘at.”
“So I answered: ‘In 21st Cent’ry
Our PM’s got an ipoddy thing.
So rather than bashin’ my ear’oles,
Why didn’t you give ‘im a ring?’ ”
We all laffed as Medad left for t’Libr’y.
“Go on!” says Memam, ” You’ll be late.
And come straight back ‘ome when you’re finished,
Or you’ll find more than food on yer plate!”
Thank you Janus.