A Cristmas Carol, as it might have happened - Rape Board

tom8517 · 12-01-2008, 09:25 PM

Scrooge closed his ledger for the day, late December in London, darkness had fallen some time earlier. He looked over his glasses at his bookeeper, Cratchet, the bumbling fool, hurrying to close his accounts for the day,so very anxious to return to the hovel he called a home.

Scrooge let his mind wander, a rare indulgence, but the year was almost over, and it had a been a good year, a profitable one, though Ebenezer Scrooge would admit that to none but himself. His thoughts went to a day some twenty years earlier, the day a young Cratchet had arrived on his door, almost begging begging for a position. His pretty young wife, in the background, had caught Scrooge's eye, for the passion for wealth was the only one of the miser's cravings.

He had agreed to consider Cratchet for a job as his clerk, he had carefully phrased his questions to determine when the young man would be away home, knowing his comely young wife would be alone.

He closed his eye's, and remembered, the knock on the door, the innocent smile as she opened it. "Ah Mrs. Cratchet, Good afternoon, I am Ebenezer Scrooge, your husband Robert, applied for a position with my firm the other day, I wonder if I might have a word with him?" Knowing full well the husband was not at home, Scrooge stepped past the surprised young woman, and closed the door behind him.

12-01-2008, 09:25 PM	#1
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	A Cristmas Carol, as it might have happened Scrooge closed his ledger for the day, late December in London, darkness had fallen some time earlier. He looked over his glasses at his bookeeper, Cratchet, the bumbling fool, hurrying to close his accounts for the day,so very anxious to return to the hovel he called a home. Scrooge let his mind wander, a rare indulgence, but the year was almost over, and it had a been a good year, a profitable one, though Ebenezer Scrooge would admit that to none but himself. His thoughts went to a day some twenty years earlier, the day a young Cratchet had arrived on his door, almost begging begging for a position. His pretty young wife, in the background, had caught Scrooge's eye, for the passion for wealth was the only one of the miser's cravings. He had agreed to consider Cratchet for a job as his clerk, he had carefully phrased his questions to determine when the young man would be away home, knowing his comely young wife would be alone. He closed his eye's, and remembered, the knock on the door, the innocent smile as she opened it. "Ah Mrs. Cratchet, Good afternoon, I am Ebenezer Scrooge, your husband Robert, applied for a position with my firm the other day, I wonder if I might have a word with him?" Knowing full well the husband was not at home, Scrooge stepped past the surprised young woman, and closed the door behind him.