Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
My first thought this week when I saw Al’s verdant image was of the bonnie braes and glorious glens of my beloved homeland.
Then my mind drifted, perhaps bizarrely, to Cowboys and Indians.
Sorry, but things inside my head are often Politically Incorrect.
So sue John Wayne.
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He is a nasty piece of work, my brother.
Okay, he started the business himself, built it from nothing, made it an initial success.
But when it got too big for one man to run, he talked me into joining him.
He needed someone he could trust, he said.
We would share fifty-fifty, he said.
We don’t need a written contract, he said, your hand is good enough for me.
Well, we expanded the company, took it into the big league.
He stayed hands on, I organised, streamlined, automated.
We were quite a team, could take on the world.
But he of course got greedy.
Didn’t want to share.
Kept escalating the aggro until the situation was untenable.
I had to leave.
Of course there was nothing in writing, so I got nothing.
But I know him, know his habits.
Like the fact that on a new job he always arrives early morning, before the men, and climbs the scaffolding to survey the progress.
Still hands on.
So I just loosen a few bolts here and there, at critical points.
You see, he is my brother.
And I am a nasty piece of work too.