100 Below: The butler did it.

Perkins the butler stole into the mansion. He returned surreptitiously from vacation to do the deed. He trod silently in the passages and halls until he arrived at the bedroom of his employer. He entered the room.

Perkins looked at his employer sleeping. Pathetic. Dissipated. The young man wasn’t worthy of the family name.

Perkins put the pistol in his employer’s hand, put the gun to the temple, and pulled the trigger. It would look like a suicide. Richard Cory was dead.

2 Comments »
Mageen said:

Oh, no! Not that old poem! I bet you can remember every line! A nun first assigned that darn thing in English class in the 8th grade. It was supposed to make us think deeply. Richard Corey was as rich as Midas. My classmates and I were impoverished. All of our thinking only left us bewildered as to why someone with even a small amount of pocket change would do such a thing and merit a poem in memory to boot!

Very good take on this old chestnut! Just wonder what Sister Mary Blackndecker would have thought of it!



In all honesty, my iPod dished out the song of the same name by Simon and Garfunkle. That prompted me to think of this story. Otherwise it would never have occured to me.



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