Give my regards to Davey Jones, mate.







Toby gloated over the estate and raised a glass, “Here’s to you mate. Never knew you’d made me your heir. I suppose being an only child, having the money, the girls, but never marrying, it makes sense you’d leave it to your poor old playmate from the village.
The times you fell in that lake. You were a good swimmer in those still waters but the ocean’s another proposition.
I didn’t know until a week ago, that is. Just before you went overboard for the last time.
Funny, you didn’t know it was me rocking the boat back then, either.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.