It's Day 7 of Blogging from A to Z April 2015 Challenge
Jonathon Pargitter was a highly respected race horse trainer. His stables, Highwood Grange were the envy of the racing fraternity and he ran them with a rod of iron. The prestige of working there and the generous salaries he paid meant he could choose the best staff in the business.
However he was a hard taskmaster and inclined to be unreasonably demanding, and at times abusive, even cruel to his loyal workforce.
Gilbert Pope was Head groom. He had worked at Highwood
Grange for over thirty years. He was payed far more
than he could have possibly have earned elsewhere, so he tolerated everything his malevolent employer threw at him.
One evening after the staff had retired for the night
Jonathan Pargitter was in a stable admiring his greatest asset, a fine and fiery mare
which was proving unbeatable the world over.
But whilst the staff put up with Jonathon Pargitter’s
unpleasant ways, the mare no longer would and on that fateful night she flew into a rage trampling her owner to an untimely death.
The next morning Gilbert Pope found
the stable door ajar. The mare was unusually calm. There on the straw laid the
battered and lifeless body of Jonathon Pargitter. Nobody else had seen it....nor would they.
Jonathon Pargitter’s sudden disappearance remained a mystery
to all but Gilbert Pope. His son Patrick Pargitter took over the stables.
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Two years later the workers were clearing
the slurry pit, and beneath the rotten straw and stinking excrement they found the
remains of Jonathon Pargitter.
They recovered what they could so he could be afforded a
proper send off.
“Dust to dust, ashes
to ashes” said the priest.“Shit to Shit” muttered Gilbert Pope
Picture: Bucking Horse by Peachesrox at deviantART
Fun story! Karma...
ReplyDeleteYvonne
AW thanks Ynonne!
DeleteHa! Perfect. Karma it's called?
ReplyDeleteSure is Shadow!
Deletepleasure, even if vicarious, is good for heart
ReplyDeleteIn deed it is!
DeleteGood riddance!
ReplyDeleteAnnalisa, writing A-Z vignettes, at Wake Up, Eat, Write, Sleep
And so say all of us!
DeleteKarma! Whatelse!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should start drinking coffee or slow down on the blogging. I forgot this was a flash fiction piece and thought it was real. Great job.
ReplyDeleteErrr..no... definitely not - real that is!
DeleteVery good story-telling here but it left me with a question as to why the head groom didn't alert the authorities to the death of his employer. It wasn't as if..., I just thought of the answer of course, lol. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteNo need to answer you question thwn 'Wynn! Thanks so much for dropping by.
DeleteGreat story. Can't say he sounded like a boss I'd miss.
ReplyDeleteI had one which made writing this very satisfying!
DeleteHe met a sorry end, looks like that mare didn't put up with shit!
ReplyDeleteI used to have a wife like her! I escaped.
DeleteFine story, Keith! Sadly some deaths are most welcomed sometimes.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteIt all comes back and you pay for it in this world only! A good one, Keith :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely wouldn't miss such a boss. Perfect ending.
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