the rhythm's gonna get you (narrative)
The election for Great Britain’s next Prime Minster is imminent. She is not a citizen of this country or even this universe. However, if she were to vote, she would vote for a man named Saxon. He always sounded so nice when he was on the television. Perhaps that is the reason that he is leading the way in the opinion polls?
Kate puts the morning paper on the dinning room table. Her breakfast of tea and toast is finished and Ears may want to read it later. She cleans up her mess and then walks up the flight of stairs to the second floor. She can no longer keep from having the appearance of a duck. She waddles now.
Her first task of the day is to get ready her bag for the hospital. She could put this task off for a couple of weeks but as always, Kate likes to be prepared. The first stop is her bedroom where she packs a small bag for herself. When that task is completed, she carries that bag into the baby’s room. A brown and turquoise diaper bag is removed. Inside she places two blankets, two outfits to bring the baby home in (just in case one does not fit), several burp rags, diapers and every other necessity that she can think of.
Still, she can’t help but think that she is forgetting something, something that might be important. As she ponders on what she’s leaving out, her fingers tap a rhythm on the top of the baby’s changing table. Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap...
Kate puts the morning paper on the dinning room table. Her breakfast of tea and toast is finished and Ears may want to read it later. She cleans up her mess and then walks up the flight of stairs to the second floor. She can no longer keep from having the appearance of a duck. She waddles now.
Her first task of the day is to get ready her bag for the hospital. She could put this task off for a couple of weeks but as always, Kate likes to be prepared. The first stop is her bedroom where she packs a small bag for herself. When that task is completed, she carries that bag into the baby’s room. A brown and turquoise diaper bag is removed. Inside she places two blankets, two outfits to bring the baby home in (just in case one does not fit), several burp rags, diapers and every other necessity that she can think of.
Still, she can’t help but think that she is forgetting something, something that might be important. As she ponders on what she’s leaving out, her fingers tap a rhythm on the top of the baby’s changing table. Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap... Taptaptaptap...