Photo: © Al Forbes 2016
I’m Abby Downturn – a New Englander with trust issues. Recently caused by my Boston accountant moving to the Bahamas, with the majority of my inherited wealth. Who knew?
So, I’m moving back to the Old Countryside, near the village of Little Chuffing. Sounds so quaint – like those Sherlock Holmes stories by Dickens.
And I’ve sunk my last $1 million dollars into real estate. And its a real English stately house estate. Formerly the country seat of Lord Knows, like on that British TV show.
My great grandma would be so proud! She was one of those serving wenches to the aristocrats, back in the days when England still had Kings and Queens. She was that old – you do the math.
Anyways, the brochure said it was a great opportunity to gain a foothold into the high-life. I bought it sight-unseen in a silent auction. Like all good deals, I think they wanted to keep it quiet. And I really did like the picture of the barn and trees.
But would you believe it. I’ve been conned again! Turns out I’ve not bought the big house, the land or even the barn. I’ve just got an old caravan behind the barn – and they’re charging me rent to stay there. They said if you look closely its in the photo.
So I had to get a job – me! Would you believe, I’m working behind the bar at the local Red Lion franchise. Now I’m a serving wench just like great grandma!
She’d be so proud. Maybe…
This story is inspired by the photo supplied by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction, January 10th, 2016. For more details click the logo.
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