To willingly give in to Big G's demands would be to offer what little scraps of dignity he had left. Those were reserved for himself, just in case he ever had to convince anyone that yes, he was still a human being. Of course, he could just refuse. Then again, he could also jump into a man sized blender and still get the same results.
Ned shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic seat. No matter what he did next, he would soon be pushing up daisies.
Then.. He should escape. He paused, allowing those words to fully sink in. Run away? No, he would never live it down.
With trembling hand and crushed spirit, Ned pushed Mayfair and Park Lane across the table.'Yahoo!' shrieked Gran, leaping from her seat. 'I'm rich!'
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Rachel Hobbs grew up in a little village in South West Wales. The beautiful location is the perfect place to soak up inspiration on long, thoughtful walks, which have inspired many a poem. She is currently a dental nurse, with a wonderfully supportive fiancé who reads everything she writes. Rachel is currently in the process of completing her first novel, which she one day hopes to see on the shelves in Waterstones
