Jenny Matlock has done it again! Like the previous 44 Saturdays, she has provided us with a prompt (appearing below, in bold text).
The rules? Using no more than 100 words (not including the prompt), craft a story. And keep it clean, there are children in the room.
Death Comes to Gaylord
John Myrtle died last June. He was quiet, kept mostly to himself, and died alone, at home. He had never been accused of being intelligent. He worked as a teller at the First National Bank, in town, you know, the one by the discount furniture store by Route 8. He was notoriously frugal, and spent very little on himself.
You might say he kept his light under a bushel...or something like that.
When his will was read, it was determined that he left several million dollars (embezzled from the bank, prosecutors believe), to various charitable organizations in Gaylord.
You gotta watch the quiet ones.
My non-embezzling inspiration was found here.