northern lights

northern lights

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Friday fictioneers

  Mr.William, a rich businessman, stayed in an old age home, facing a  well lit garden. His youngest son used to pester him to bequeath the property in his name but the father  always said it was  for all his four sons. One day cunningly the son left his father in the old age home. One  rainy evening, Mr.Willams was pondering on his fate.  He felt very sad. No one cared for him other wise  someone would have come to take him. In the morning when the residents came out, he was dead. The rain was soothing his soul.

100 wordsWritten for Friday Fictioneers