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Post 1585. Tuesday August 22

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

As I stood gazing at the big house beyond the fence, a man sidled up to me.

'Magnificent isn't it'

'Sorry?' I said.

'Magnificent; the house. It's deserted now you know'

'Is it?' I said.

'Yes,' he replied. 'In any room, the Master could tug a chain and a bell rang in the kitchen. The butler went to the room and received his instructions. Parsons was his name. Parsons'

'Was it' I said as I started walking away. He followed me.

'There was a cook in the kitchen. Mrs Jones. She prepared the Master’s food and Parsons took it to his room'

'Really' I replied pretending to seem interested.

'The Master of the house was Lord Harrington' he continued. 'Lord Harrington died of food poisoning. Deliberate the police said. Mrs Jones was blamed and went to prison'

'And Parsons?' I asked.

'He disappeared' he muttered as he walked away.



Word count 149

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