Blackmail

I looked at the majestic mansion and, once again, wondered how the man it belonged to had managed to become one of the richest people in the country.

Photo prompt courtesy Jade M. Wong

You would assume that someone who was rolling in dough would not mind sharing some of it with his flesh and blood, but all my attempts to extract some loose change out of him had been unsuccessful.

And so, today, I was being forced to do something so abhorrent that I could almost see my ancestors tut-tutting at this shameful behaviour of their descendant. I just hoped that history would judge me more kindly, and understand that it was just business, nothing personal.

Gathering up my courage one last time, I walked up to the imposing door, and rang the bell. Too tight-fisted to keep a butler, he opened the door himself.

“You!” he shouted.

Unfazed, I looked him in the eye, and said, “If you don’t give me a thousand dollars, Uncle Scrooge, I’m going to leave Huey, Dewey, and Louie with you for babysitting again!”

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175 words.

Written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a story in 175 words or less, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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