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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Two padded chairs with cushions are in the foreground, a coffee table in front of them. They face a window that is arched at the top. Outside we see a well trimmed hedge and a wet street.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
PETTICOAT RULE
Sitting back against his chair’s cushions, Matthew puffed his cigar. “Women have no place in politics.”
Arthur chuckled. “What if someone were to nominate one for mayor in the upcoming elections?”
“Preposterous! Nonetheless, a magnificent prank. She’ll get twenty votes from her lady friends, and we’ll be done with such ridiculous notions.”
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Dora Salter laughed as she hung a damp diaper on the clothesline. “Me? Nominated for mayor? Of course I’ll accept.”
April 4, 1887, Susanna Madora Salter was elected mayor of Argonia, Kansas, the first female mayor in the United States proving that she who laughs last, laughs best.
*Thanks to Sandra Crook for the phto and the tip. 😉
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