FOR THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © J Hardy Carroll
Thirteen-year old Fauntleroy was allowed to skip day school and accompany his coiffured and perfumed Mama to purchase something for Papa’s fiftieth birthday. This could take time because Papa had everything. Their family was very rich.
The lad spotted something across the street, near Harrods. It was a metal contraption. Boot at one end. All alone.
Mama carefully explained the origins and purpose of a prosthetic limb.
“Great,” said Fauntleroy. “Let’s chop Papa’s leg off so he can have one of them things for his birthday!”
Mama urgently needed to speak to her son’s headmaster. Fauntleroy’s grammar was appalling.