This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘form’
He had shape, in the sense that a woman bearing twins has shape but he carried it much lower, folded over his belt that was cinched to his hips, which led to wags saying that he had a veranda over his toy shop.
He had substance, in the sense that he was ‘comfortably off’, a euphemism for owning a two-storey mansion with 12 rooms and 5 bathrooms in a quiet leafy suburb where the closest thing to crime was your gardener mowing your lawn at an unseemly hour, several cars, a yacht, a private jet, and an unknown number of untraceable accounts in the Cayman Islands.
He had presence, in the sense of that indefinable confidence that comes with a private school education, an old boys network in every profession, an impeccable little black book of guys who know a guy who knows a guy that could fix any unpleasant attempted inroads into his fiefdom, and a bevy of judges and legislators whose penchant for social improprieties made them permanent targets for blackmail.
He had import, in the sense that he could always be relied on for a quote for the supine media from a ‘respected business figure’ expressing concern about the latest attempt by politicians to raise taxes or regulate industry and who was known to be a generous supporter of the arts and hospitals filled with machines that go ‘ping’.
He had spirit, in the sense of being seen as some sort of devil-may-care maverick who was unafraid to speak his mind when it came to business matters and the wave of political correctness that he saw as subverting the natural order of things, where everyone knew their place and stayed in it.
But most of all he had ‘form’, that quintessentially British term used to indicate that someone has a reputation for skullduggery, criminal wrongdoing and disdain for the social strictures placed on mere mortals but in his case somehow miraculously never resulted in charges being laid or convictions achieved, which is why, Your Honour, I had no option but to terminate him with extreme prejudice.
Oh, well done!
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Particularly chuffed to hear that from you, Cage. 🙂
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So, justice and him done in the end. Nicely true to form, Doug.
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Thanks, Obb
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Enjoyed the “He had” as a mechanism to develop/reinforce your MC. Brought home what a fine upstanding “character” (no pun intended) he is.
Very nice twist ending, Doug. Did not see it coming, lol
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Thanks, Denise. 🙂
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Very well-executed!
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Oh, Reena, what a marvelous pun. 🙂 Thank you.
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Pun fully intended 🙂
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What Denise said…each “He had” accompanied with a thunderous Jacqhammer impact.
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Thanks, Spira. Nicole just told me it’s called ‘anaphora’.
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I know. That’s why I was so impressed. 🙂
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Is your narrator for hire?
Great twist on your final sentence, Doug!
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He is and he works cheap, 🙂 Thanks, Liz.
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🤨🙃Getting ideas…
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great job, but even if it were not, the title of your blog makes me happy six crooked highways describes my life.
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Many thanks, UP. I suspect it describes many of our tortuous life journeys. 😉
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He had it coming, just a matter of time! Nice one Doug.
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Thanks, Keith.
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He only owns one “two-storey mansion with 12 rooms and 5 bathrooms”? I suspect you are British and wonder if this is a caricature of someone real.
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No, Australian, Frank. I was afraid if I made it sound like Mar-a-lago people might leap to the conclusion that it was about Trump. But there are many real people just like the MC and may they rot in Hell. 😉
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The anaphora worked really well here. Excellently told story!
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Many thanks, Nicole, especially for introducing me to ‘anaphora’. Begs the question of whether you can use a technique without knowing what it is? 🙂
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I think you just answered your question with your story 😉 My knowledge of the term reveals my time spend studying literature in university.
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His ways, shapes and forms could not protect him forever and are now expired. Excellent storytelling.
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Many thanks, Mimi
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Outstanding, Doug. I was loving that all the way, wondering where it was heading with its cautionary tale vibe, then Bam! That ending… perfect and brutal, and a nod of the head I suspect from many who might have suffered at his reign of skullduggery.
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Many thanks, Ford. Brutality gets far too much bad press. 😉
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(God, I hope so! To your rhetorical question to Nicole*)
* I’m fairly certain that’s what a rhetorical question is…. ayieee!
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Fun Six.
Certain corners of the blogosphere, the term ‘Bro’ will be applied to people like your MC, although, ‘bro’ is applicable without regard to socio-economic rank.
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Thanks, Bro. 🙂
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It seems that justice was served.
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You do the twist at the end so well, Doug, and always hook me in with your writing style. And I learned a new term from those commenting. Very enjoyable reading 😀👏
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Wow, enjoyable and educational. Bonus! Thanks, Brian. 🙂
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