Born to the wealthy landed gentry he flitted through life charming everyone he met. Ever the prankster they still talk about the day he flew a pair of underpants on the Town Hall’s mast head.
Yet behind the bluster hid a man troubled by demons within. Later while his face crinkled in a wry smile the sorrow would flirt at the edges. Till one day he locked himself in the study and shut the door on his life forever.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
With the events of this past week I have a feeling that this episode of the Fictioneers might have a similar theme running through it. The black dog visits some of us and they need all the help and support that we can give them.
R.I.P Robin Williams! It's hard to pay an adequate tribute to an artiste who gave us so much.