Take Mr. Mortique, a gamekeeper, a pot plant, no more than 100 words, a 10 minute dash and what do you get? A quick flash fiction:
Was Riddley a happy man? He shouldn’t be – working for Mortique. Mortique, who was above allowing employees in his house. Above paying them too.
Riddley had reared the grouse, organised the beaters - and Mortique had stashed all the cash. Hadn’t paid Riddley – oh no. So now it was Riddley’s payback time. He smiled as he curled his fingers round the key that had been carelessly left in a door. He nodded as he watched the undercover cops head down the private drive after an anonymous tip that there were cannabis plants inside the house where employees weren’t allowed.
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That's what we like - a neat twist! In fact it is such a good idea, that, when a house in a nearby street to my home was raided some two months back, I desperately wanted to say, "The people at number ## are a bit odd, too." This was owing to an old grievance I had with the occupants - fortunately I know when not to take a grudge too far!
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