The Boarding House by zanya 200 Word Story writing prompt entry |
![]() There was a hint of warmth in the March breeze. ‘Alas,’Squire Edward uttered the word aloud, knowing no one was within earshot,’what else was a young Squire supposed to do with the world at his feet except savour its delights?’ Soon, the room he rented in the dilapidated boarding house would be but a distant memory. Locals stared at him and wondered how someone born into privilege could squander his wealth. Today March 15th 1940 was not a day for such bleak reckonings. He took the sepia photo out of his pocket and gazed at it. He had not inherited his father Lord Henry’s high forehead or protruding ears. Today, he felt lucky to have been Lord Henry’s first born, though rumours still swirled around about his birthright. Tears began to roll down his fifty- two -year -old cheeks. Exiting the boarding house he climbed into the waiting carriage. He was on his way to becoming Master of the Manor. As the Manor came into view he pulled down the carriage window to get a closer look. A ‘For Sale’ sign at the entrance, creaked in the blustery gale. The mildewed smell of the dilapidated boarding house stirred afresh in his nostrils.
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