Nut Allergy
The senator wished he was anywhere else than a lunchtime meet and greet at some dumb factory. He’d rather be with Jacques in their cozy Miami hideaway, but his lover would have to wait until after the election.
“Smile, Vincent,” his wife hissed, and gave him a shove.
The senator smiled and joined a mousy woman sitting alone eating a sandwich.
“Hi there,” he said, then sneezed. “Achoo!”
“Hi. Achoo!” The woman sneezed too.
The senator peered at her sandwich. “Is that peanut butter? I’m allergic.”
The mousy woman nodded and sneezed again. “And I’m allergic to politicians.”
100 days of 100-word stories. Day 1.
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