Time for Friday Fictioneers once again, hosted by the brilliantly creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 word flash using some unique photo prompts. Follow the link and read some of the offerings for this great weekly challenge.
Clive Windham, the 5th Earl of Blancham, tipped his glass in salute. With the legitimate heir drowned enroute to the Indies, all land and titles had passed to him. As the bastard son of the recently deceased 4th Earl, his good fortune had come as smooth as the brandy now teasing his throat. Wearing a sardonic smile he looked up at the newly fashioned lintel above the doorway. The severed head of the missing heir still carried that same look of shock that he had when he’d been murdered at the quayside. The rest of his body had fattened the pigs.