…for Friday Fictioneers
I miss Paul. Life and soul of the party. The biggest car in the car park, the smartest bloke in the bar, and always the first to buy a round!
We were never sure how he made his money. Ask him and he’d just say he had a growing company in the leisure industry. He was clearly a canny businessman.
A few years ago he suddenly disappeared.
Yesterday there was something in the paper about a guy called Paul being released from prison. There was a picture of a dilapidated greenhouse full of weeds.
Clearly not the weed Paul grew there!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Bill Reynolds for the photo.
Poke Froggie to join in the fun!