Millicent Collins was an eccentric, surly, old woman. She kept those around her loyal by promising each a pittance of her massive fortune.
When she died they rushed to the estate, hoping to hear their name at the reading of her will.
The attorney droned through the list of bequeaths. To her housekeeper, the china, silver, crystalware; to the butler, the Mercedes; on and on until most everyone had a piece of her.
The reading concluded, “For bringing me roses every day; for his kindness, I, Millicent Collins, leave the house and grounds to my dear gardener, John.”
Millicent loved….roses.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Ann Hall.
like mercury colliding... 
November 2nd, 2017 at 12:50 am
I was expecting her to leave the bulk of her estate to her cats (or dogs). Nice response to the prompt,
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November 2nd, 2017 at 6:05 am
Thanks! Your version would have been an interesting twist!
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November 2nd, 2017 at 5:27 am
John has lucked out there. nicely done.
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November 2nd, 2017 at 7:20 am
Indeed he has. 😉
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November 2nd, 2017 at 9:19 am
Nice thought
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November 2nd, 2017 at 9:33 am
Small acts of kindness are always remembered. 😊
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November 2nd, 2017 at 10:12 am
I’m with her on roses there. Lovely tale Kat.
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November 2nd, 2017 at 11:34 am
And perhaps that’s where all those eccentric rose vases came from too? Lovely collection!
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November 2nd, 2017 at 1:27 pm
They are quite interesting aren’t they. I learned that they are called jardinieres (flower pots on pedestals) and in the case of the smaller ones that fit on mantles or shelves, are sometimes called cachepots. Always learning something new. 🙂
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November 2nd, 2017 at 12:39 pm
Uhuh. And old Aunt Millie loved the gardener, too, I think 🙂
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November 2nd, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Gran…you and I think alike. You are the first one to have caught my dot-dot-dot. 😉
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November 2nd, 2017 at 1:18 pm
Such Awesomely Beautiful endowment. 😎😎😎😎😎
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November 2nd, 2017 at 1:29 pm
Indeed, though I’m thinking he would rather have her. 😉
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November 3rd, 2017 at 5:28 am
Sometimes the smallest gestures are the ones most appreciated. Delightful.
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November 3rd, 2017 at 11:14 am
Yes. We never know when we are entertaining angels unaware. 😉
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November 3rd, 2017 at 4:49 pm
I think you’ve written a rather sexy story here…
Nice one, Kat!
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November 3rd, 2017 at 4:58 pm
Thank you Penny. Not everyone has picked up on that nuance.😉
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November 5th, 2017 at 1:28 pm
Ah she had a 💓💜
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November 6th, 2017 at 5:49 am
Yes…❤️
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November 6th, 2017 at 3:38 pm
It’s ususally the gardener or pool guy that makes points with the wealthy old woman. Good for him. He made her happy everyday. It should definitely be rewarded. I enjoyed this one … and … her name too. I liked it.
Isadora 😎
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November 6th, 2017 at 4:58 pm
Thank you Isadora. Or the butler! 😊 But what do I know. I’m just a poor peasant! 😊
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November 6th, 2017 at 11:14 pm
😎
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November 7th, 2017 at 7:20 pm
They must have a most lovely … friendship…
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November 7th, 2017 at 7:32 pm
Yes indeed. 😉
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