Once upon a time lived a Hermit named Bert. He lived in a hunched and greying cottage on the edge of no-where. The blossom of his cherry trees and the croaking of his frogs were his comforts in life. One day he got some post. Well this is a first he thought as his fingers gingerly, get greedily tore at the shiny white paper.
Dear Mr Bert Smith,
Congratulations! You have won a free holiday to Las Vagas.
What made Bert happy in life was sitting on his old bench in his secluded garden listening to the sweet sound of his life of solitude. Oh and freshly picked cherries from his cherry tree. Surely a trip to Las Vagas was his worst nightmare.Yes it was. Bert tossed the letter aside grunting, yet his fingers retained a strange tingly feeling. He glanced up and out into his treasured garden. There wasn't much blossom left on the cherry tree he observed, and then he noticed one of his frogs lying dead near its pond. Wow he thought. Death. Extinction. Decay.
Bert knew that come winter he could get great comfort out of this fireplace and his mulled wine but for some reason, the prospect of this right now did not excite him like it used toHis thoughts wandered to a world of glitz, glamour, money and lust. My worst nightmare he reminded himselfyetthe taboo element of these thoughts excited him even further
It's free he thought. I could go just to remind myself of how much I love my sweet life of solitude here. Just a week. I'll be back. A snort and the letter was in the bin.
Two hours later Bert walked up his creaking stairs and tugged at that leathery unfamiliar thing under his bed covered in inches of dust. A suitcase