Augustus Schafer ran the Central Precious Bits outlet.
His days he knew were coming to an end.
His doctor had warned him.
He had become wayward in recent days. Precious bits were found left on the counter while he went to the toilet.
His son, Augustine, made a move to shut his father down.
It was only a matter of time before Augustus discredited the entire family.
It came to a head when Augustus was found in front of his stall, his precious Royal Doulton at his feet, customers ducking and weaving as he frisbeed the plates across the mall.
Morpethroad 
Oh Nooo not the Royal Doulton??! Poor Augustine off you trot … 🙂
My ex loved the stuff, couldn’t think of a better use for it. Thanks for the comment.
🙂 then let it rip Augustine 😉 & you are welcome.
Going out in style. Don’t you just love a dramatic exit… Nicely done.
Thank you Sandra, appreciate you reading my work.
He’s surely right, in his own way!
Thanks Pirate for commenting.
Oh, a sad ending for that china!
Hello Claudia, and thanks for your comment and for reading my blog. Please call again.
Lovely ending! I wonder where Augustus is now!
Hi Gabriella, I think he is on cleaning duty.
It’s probably just as well!
If you’re being pushed out, may as well go with a bang as a whimper! Nice tale, made me smile!
Thanks Freya I am glad I was able connect with you.
He must have known he was being pushed out. Not good for the china though. Good story.
Thanks Jackie you are right not a good look for the shop though there is the consideration of the joy gus was having at the time. I am sure by now he is highly medicated.
Exactly what i was thinking about going out with a memorable performance!
Out with a bang not a whimper eh Joe. Thanks for reading my work I always enjoy reading your comments.
Loved the ending, and I particularly loved the word “frisbeed”!
Poor Augustus.
Thank you dear reader for your comment. I think frisbeed is a ‘new’ word as such as my dictionary didn’t want to know about it.
Dear Summerstommy,
I can see the plates flying now. Fun story.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I think he’s made quite a mess.
Poor man..amusing, but kind of sad too
Yes so true. Thanks for your comment.
well worth the big mess at the end 🙂
Thank you Sunshine for your comment.
you’re welcome ☺
Dear Summerstommy,
i have a passion for discs and a penchant for throwing them so I identified with Augustus and sympathize with his plight. Great story and a nice evocation of the prompt.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug. Good to know there are other plate throwers around.
Ah.. not much left for Augustine now I guess…
No just a broom and dust pan i would think. Thanks for reading Bjorn.
Couldn’t help but be amused by that final image, even if it is at the expense of your character’s failing health. I can just see those plates flying! Ron
Hi Ron thanks for your comment. Its an image to consider i think.
I think he’d be lucky to end up with a broom and dust pan and not in a padded cell. An afternoon spent frisbeeing the Royal Doulton could warrant that..
Thanks vb yes I think a stint in the padded cell could be warranted. He is a tad bitter I think.
Maybe he was reliving the memories of a Greek wedding? But the good china – ouch!
You think so? I think he was pretty pissed off by the whole deal.
Aging is not for the young. And then when you do and aren’t needed anymore…yup I guess that would be pretty nasty. I thought he had just lost his wits – I guess he knew what he was doing.
I think so, last rebellious act.