Writing Challenge Trials on Day Three

This prompt made me cringe. Politics. It's not my favorite topic, but keeping with the promise I made to myself yesterday, it will be fiction anyway. I read the prompt clicked the button and let the words flow.

The sixty second start is in red. The continuation is in black, so you can see how I did. 

Denny had grown up believing he could be President of the United States. His mother told him it was possible, and he always believed his mother. She was the only one who understood him. She'd called him her little man as long as he could remember. When other kids teased him, Denny's mother comforted him with long talks about how wonderful he was, and how much she counted on him to be her strong little guy.

After she stopped talking, Denny would lay his head in her lap so she could stroke his face. Smooth his worries with each touch of her fingers. Denny went to his mother for comfort whenever anything went bad in his life. Long into adulthood. She'd always comforted him. Until one day, she didn't. He laid his head in her lap. Nothing happened. Her hand didn't reach for him as it always had. He shook her. Yelled. Demanded that she comfort him. He deserved it. He was her little man.

He pressed his cheek to her thigh and waited for her strong hand to smooth away his worries. He'd wait as long as he needed to.

That's the challenge for day three! Today was a two post day since I had other news I wanted to share, too. Check out the cover reveal post, too. Here's the link:  Cover Reveal

Day Four of the Flash Challenge