‘Grandpa, looks like we have to shut the hotel down,’ Noel closed the ledger. ‘We can’t bear losses anymore.’
Ninety-three-year-old Ethan D’Mello smiled ruefully, ‘This hotel was a tribute to my British employer, Noel. I named it after him – Henry Berrisford.’
‘Surely a great man, wasn’t he?’
‘Oh yes! A proper gent. He contributed immensely to the Christian community here.’
‘Indeed! He made us all, the natives, convert under the barrel of his Winchester rifle. The ones who refused acquainted themselves with the bullets.’
‘But! The name?’
‘I killed him one stormy night and named the place so that I never forget.’
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Image courtesy J.S. Brand. This piece of fiction is based on the forced conversions to Christianity by the British, French and the Portuguese when they ruled different parts of India. This is not meant to hurt anyone’s feelings or sentiments and I apologize in advance if it did. Please read other entries to this week’s challenge here.