By clicking below you can hear me read this little story.
Bernhard loved birds. He obtained the finest and most expensive organic birdseed he could find and had his gardeners place it prominently on the lawns of his enormous Tudor mansion.
But although he could see the feeder swinging from its gilded support, there wasn’t a bird to be seen, just his two Ashera cats Anubis and Aten, a bargain at only £100,000 the pair.
Surrounded by gold and Italian marble he admired the gilded framed paintings of his private collection from the depth of his Sloane leather couch while keeping a watchful eye on the reassuring blinking lights of the CCTV.
The butler, escorted by a member of his security staff, brought him the first course of the evening meal prepared by his Executive Chef. The heavyset bull-necked guard attempted to fade into the shadows but his presence remained indelible.
Bernhard dined alone. Despite his immense wealth and undeniable charm, he seemed unable to bring warmth and romance into his life. Women never felt comfortable or relaxed in his company.
This is my entry to Sunday Photo Fiction a wonderful weekly Flash Fiction challenge.