Mr Burns reached the shore and saw the disarray in his immediate neighbourhood. He quickly took a shovel and began to work. After he was satisfied, he went inside the house to see his old books scattered around. He dusted and arranged them in order. It was amazing that he was able to accomplish so much in a short period of time.
Mr Burns proceeded to dust his photo on the wall. Below his picture was the inscription, Simon Burns, 1920-1949. The housekeeper entered his room and fainted with a scream.
‘Never does her job, but faints and spreads stories.’ thought Simon Burns, disgruntled, as he floated out of the house.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.