This story was prompted by the photo below, provided at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/01/11/fffaw-week-of-january-12-2016/ .
I found it particularly hard to keep anywhere near the word limit this week, but eventually weighed in at 175 words. I’m sorry if the editing process has left you wondering what the story has to do with the photo. Fingers crossed, you’ll understand why it reminded me of a particular type of TV show.
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Photo prompt kindly provided by Etol Bagam.
Waste not, want not
Maintaining Sodborough Hall cost a fortune. The Earl’s ancestors had missed numerous commercial opportunities. Then along came reality television!
At Home With the Aristos had been a nice earner, before the Countess’ disappearance.
The Earl grew desperate, until he caught an episode of Posh Pap. A chirpy dealer paid peanuts for a pile of heirlooms, before wiping them with a damp cloth and reselling them at a massive profit.
One phone call brought Garry to the Hall. ‘No cameras’, the Earl had stipulated, ‘Treat this as a recce, but bring cash just in case.’
Soon they stood beside a stack of junk/treasure.
‘500’s my best offer,’ said Garry.
‘Ten grand,’ countered the Earl.
‘650, and you’re ruining me,’ Garry responded.
‘What if I throw this into the mix?’ asked the Earl, producing a shotgun.
‘I don’t have enough for a Purdey,’ Garry tapped his pocket.
‘Pity,’ said the Earl, before squeezing the trigger.
Two hours later, gun cleaned and cash counted, the Earl went to see whether the pigs had finished their unusually generous supper.