The Butler Does It

Photo by: The Magicsticgoldenrose

After retiring from the Special Forces Wallace Curry couldn’t give up the excitement of his previous profession. He turned to burglary for money and excitement.

He cased Dintermouth Castle by attending a party there. He learned the young inheritor, Rex Dintermouth, employed very little staff.

“But who does your gardening?” Wallace asked Rex.

“Huxley, my butler does it.”

“You have chefs?”

“Huxley does it.”

“Surely you have a security team?”

“Nope. Huxley does it all.”

Looking at the elderly liver-spotted butler, Wallace smiled. He expected the wrinkled seventy-year old would be too exhausted to stop an invading puppy. This would be the easiest smash and grab yet.

Two nights later, Wallace sprawled on the Dintermouth floor in a puddle of his own blood. His shoulder was dislocated, his hand shattered, and his left knee bent at a gruesome angle.

Huxley, crouching over him, reached for Wallace’s last good arm with astonishing speed. “This will hurt a bit, sir.”

Rex approached the scene in silk pajamas and yawned. “New robotic body working okay, Huxley?”

Huxley grinned. “Smashing, sir.”
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017-2/