PHOTO PROMPT © LIsa Fox
There it sat, unused, isolated; the manifestation of the best efforts of across-the-aisle compromise in both houses. Governor Wilmer had sighed as she scribbled her signature on the bill, a subtle acknowledgment of her complicity, an impotent figurehead of the shambles of a once actualized ideal: representative government.
She left her capitol office that winter afternoon and crunched along the poorly shoveled sidewalk in her Manolos, avoiding snowdrifts and cracks in the concrete.
Big Sal yelled, “Hey Gov!” as her silhouette graced the entryway of the tavern, then reached for the Stoli, her usual.
Wind howled through the shitless crapper.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the steadfast host of Friday Fictioneers. Good to be back after a month-long blogging break. Honored to have my image chosen today for the prompt also!