Dear Reader, This is a story written in the third person. That means you and I are going on a journey of discovery and, perhaps, trepidation. I refer to us as “we” (you and I) in the following Story. Are you game?
An oddity was Amos Branson. Certainly not one of the typical denizens one would meet in church. Or, for that matter, in polite society. Add to this his inheritance and the oddities simply grew.
Amos Branson, though a wealthy man, was also a deviant. His definition of a good time was bilking someone out of five dollars; or less. A mere $2.50 bilked would leave him chortling like mad when he got home. It was the chase that got him off. More if possible but he found that the more money people had the smarter they were with it. As he would say, “It’s axiomatic.” He used newspapers and, to a degree, the internet.
He had, at first, put up a “Go Fund Me” page on Facebook asking for $1000.00 to help his wife procure needed medications for her disease; unnamed. Both disease and wife were non-existent. The ploy worked until someone, probably an ex-fleeting friend, complained to Facebook of his shenanigans and he was summarily banned. Not, however, before he bilked another $517.34 he didn’t really need from the good members of Facebook.
So, instead, he made the noble decision to prey on widows, friends and acquaintances. The latter of which he had few of and friends were, as mentioned, fleeting. A lonelier man you could not find. A more bitter man you probably could find for Amos had something that allowed him to tolerate his alone time. He wrote. He wrote using the non de plume of “Cedrick Hawthorne:” to be exact. He had sold his work for years, all the while refusing to go on book tours or even meet his editors. He conducted all his business through a law firm which he had jokingly named “Tidily, Hood, and Wink.” Not the firms real name of course but it suited Amos just fine. Amos did have a sense of humor after all.