“You all think you know me!” Gildy yelled. “Well you don’t know me! You know nothing about me at all! He turned and looked each person in the room in the eye. His uncle Bertram turned away. His sister Phyllis, casted her eyes downward. The only one to hold his glare steady was Wilford, the family butler. He was the one who finally broke the silence.
Wilford cleared his throat and in the tone he’d used with Gildy from the time he was a little boy, said, “Master Gildy, you’re just tired. Let me get you some tea.”
“I don’t want any tea!” Gildy yelled.
“Tea always makes you feel better.” Wilford said while walking over to Gildy. He held his arm and guided him over to the sofa where Gildy collapsed and began to sob.
“There, there Master Gildy.” He soothed. “Those wicked Wickles will pay for what they’ve tried to do.”
One thought on “Writing Prompt 1/27 (10 Minutes) – Wicked Wickles”
Great interpretation of the prompt.🙂💐