Sangita In Jerusalem

March 18, 2015 at 6:48 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Sangita In Jerusalem

Sangita Patel Douglas was in her Jerusalem home cooking dinner.

She was the wife of William Wallace Rob Roy James Stuart Douglas the deputy consul at the British consulate in West Jerusalem.

Her husband had been the Scottish Nationalist Party MSP (Member of the Scottish Parliament) for the Eildon Hills.

But after the pro-independence side had lost last year’s September 18th referendum on Scottish independence, British Prime Minister David Cameron had named her husband the British Deputy Consul in West Jerusalem to show there were no hard feelings.

It had been a chaotic time in the city the past few weeks with the Israeli national general election happening.

Much to the surprise of most pollsters and media pundits, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu had won the election.

She had heard from her husband that the U.S. Embassy in Tel Aviv had decided not to lower the embassy flag as a sign of mourning despite a directive from the White House that they do so.

She prepared the corned beef sandwiches and put them on the dinner table.

Her husband William Wallace Rob Roy James Stuart Douglas and the family bagpiper Pan Deux (who was the spitting image of a fabled hired assassin for the U.S. government Pan Goatee since they were both genetically created by noted British mad scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher- the difference being Pan Goatee was psycho and Pan Deux was not) joined her.

“So,” Sangita asked her husband, “why do you think Bibi won again?”.

“The Israeli people probably decided that Israel has too many enemies at the moment and they probably felt only Bibi could stand up to them,” her husband replied.

“And what have you been doing, Pan Deux?” Sangita asked the tartan kilt wearing furry goat-legged family bagpiper.

“I’m trying to compose a Scottish ballad about how a total solar eclipse at the North Pole on the first day of spring occurs only once every 100,000 years,” Pan Deux replied as he dipped his corn-beef sandwich into his porridge.

“It must be difficult finding the words for that,” Sangita passed him the brown sugar for his porridge.

“It is,” Pan Deux put the brown sugar on his porridge and then added some of Sangita’s delicious curry sauce, “I wonder how Robbie Burns would describe it.”

“He’d probably write, ‘Tis not a brae bricht moonlicht nicht tonicht’, ” her husband said which was the old Scottish way of saying “It’s not a bright moon lit night tonight.”

Outside the house, a bunny rabbit chased a frog out of the garden.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 18th
2015.

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