I’m late, but I think its still within the rules to post an answer to FF on a Sunday night (UK time, the correct time) and thank God Rochelle is in charge as i’m sure a stricter mistress would have none of it. So thanks for holding it together and what a great shot too, my aim is to write a story with beginning, a middle and an end all in 100 words or less.
On My Marks…
The Fool deposed, his minions pretty unlikely to work in government again. Such was their toadying nature, their snakelike obsequious pandering to the leader makes them complicit in everything awful he said and did, every rotten lie.
In the mean time, Mogg; minister for Brexit opportunities, was sitting in his study, no laptop, merely a fountain pen and blotter, and drafting the way forward as he saw it. Rewarding his friends with vast tracts of land, keeping the North at bay by ignoring their requests and existence, and hoping to bring back the loom in earnest.
Make no mistake, the lunatics had truly taken over the asylum, and the drugs cupboard was wide open.
100 words on the insanity of the state of British politics as I see it at the moment, Christ its depressing