Moral Mondays : A dead goldfish in the lap


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Gordon’s head felt like it was filled with gravel – the slightest tilt shot spikes of pain through his skull.

There’d been a ton of chapagne last night, then Duggy had forced him to drink something that resembled cough mixture and smelled of creosote. This morning he awoke in the bath covered in glitter with a dead goldfish in his lap.


Oh, lord, no. ‘Sir?’ said Gordon.

The PM was glaring at him across the table, a paper knife sliding through agile fingers. ‘I said, what are you going to do about this?’

Dazed, he said, ‘Wash off the glitter and buy a new goldfish?’

Well – he kept saying he needed to spend more time with his family …


Written for Nortina’s Moral Mondays. See the moral – this week it’s Listen before you Speak – and write a story to go along with it. See here for full Ts and Cs.





10 thoughts on “Moral Mondays : A dead goldfish in the lap

    1. Yes, old Gordon’s been misbehaving. Naughty lad. My other half once woke up after a heavy night in a bath covered in body glitter – no goldfish were involved, though. Thanks for reading, lovely 🙂

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    1. Haha! Glad you liked it. Yes, I reckon this kind of thing happens a lot more than we think. All those ex Bullingdon Club boys doing whatever they feel because their Dad’s a high court judge and just because they’ve grown up believing in their own absolute right to everything. Scary thought. 🙂

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