#JusJoJan prompt the 4th – “Fingertips”

Fiction

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The whole world lay at his fingertips, he had it all money, looks and talent. He had a beautiful house and people jumping on his every word. Sadly all this was just not enough, he was empty, unfulfilled.

He got up early and threw on the oldest clothes he could find and packed a few bits into a back pack he found in the back of a cupboard. In the kitchen he picked up several bottles of water and some energy bars.

He left the house before anyone was up. He walked down the pristine drive past his three outhouses , two housing his Rolls Royce and Ferrari collections and one his motor bikes, he took none. Past the tennis courts and the outdoor swimming pool through the gate and out into the world.

A week later the papers were full of the fact that Jared Stone the multi-million heir to the Stone fortune had disappeared. The police were concerned that there had been no activity on any of his bank accounts, cards or passport . He had simply disappeared. No trace, the papers said the family were concerned…… they were but unbeknown to the public only for business reasons.

Jared had walked for two days after which he had used up his supplies. He was wondering what to do as he had no money or cards and now that the original euphoria of being on his own had lost it shine and his supplies were exhausted. He was not going back but he did wish he had picked up a little cash.

He had been crossing fields for most of his journey but as he surveyed the horizon he saw a town. He decided to approach it. As he walked through the Main Street he saw a sign in the cafe window, HELP WANTED. Without a second thought he went through the doors and asked to see the manager. He sat at a table and waited for the manager to arrive. The place was heaving and the two waitresses on shift were rushed off their feet. Without a second thought Jared grabbed a tray and started clearing tables.

He’d always had a charming manner about him and he was soon chatting and laughing with the customers and staff. When the manger arrived he was surprised to see this handsome young man clearing tables and interacting with the customers.

Jim the manager offered Jared some lunch and asked him why he wanted to work in his cafe. Jared told him he needed a job as he’d run out of money on his travels and that he really wanted to work with people. Jim asked if he had anywhere to stay, he could see the lad was down at heel.

Two years later Jared woke up next to Libby he watched her sleeping for a while. He got up made the coffee and let the dogs out. Libby was expecting, he loved his job as manager of Jim’s Cafe and he loved the town . He smiled to himself he had the whole world at his finger tips

This is part of LindaGHill’s Jusjojan.

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 16:15:49

    This is really lovely, Sis!

    Reply

  2. Dora
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 16:33:00

    Money doesn’t buy love … or contentment! Enjoyed this story a lot, Willow. 💜

    Reply

  3. Sadje
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 16:43:54

    I love this story

    Reply

  4. rugby843
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 16:49:10

    Great story!♥️

    Reply

  5. pensitivity101
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 17:54:51

    This is terrific!

    Reply

  6. newepicauthor
    Jan 04, 2021 @ 19:25:50

    A very interesting and unusual story Willow.

    Reply

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