The man in the top hat knocked the soapbox with his gold-tipped cane. “I must protest this… this sin! How dare you peddle this Godless brew?”
The squirmy man with thin mustache bent down from atop his box. “Godless brew? No, it’s a true cure for everything from apoplexy to zinc deficiency, from premature birth to heart failure! Care to take a sip and put some pep in your step?”
The man with the top hat smashed the bottles at the foot of the soap box. “Even worse! If you cure mother, how else will I get her money?”
This was written for the January 16th Carrot Ranch prompt, protest.
18 thoughts on “I Must Protest!”
I hope you intend to pay for those, sir!
Pffft rich people don’t have to pay for things!
An excellent usage of the prompt, H.
Yep, like that one 🙂
Maybe a little truth serum in the fumes of that brew…
I hadn’t thought of that possibility – but I like it!
Thanks! I liked it, too.
Tsk, tsk. Don’t you know mother is leaving it all to her cats?
If she wasn’t before, she is now!
What’s that when there’s a will there’s a way…
Have you seen the movie ‘Knives Out’ …. I enjoyed it 😉
I haven’t seen it! What’s it about?
Murder mystery, family will… a bit comedic too.
Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones. Or is is simply degrees of godlessness we’re talking about!?
Haha, I just liked how the story turned around. 🙂