Wrastrel

You don't want to live in a society like this

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

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“Excuse me?” She sputtered stepping to move past. Slouching uninterestedly, the man somehow blocked her again.

“You don’t want to live in a society like this,” he repeated.

Tsking, she rapped her umbrella. “Perhaps you don’t realize who my great-grandfather was.” He must be simple to accost her so.

He chuckled. “The founder, I know.”

“Still you insist I be displeased here?” She tucked her umbrella tightly against her with a scowl. Surely even this wastrel couldn’t miss her hint to move on.

“Of all people, miss.” Checking his watch, he tilted his hat. “Till later,” he said moving away.

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