Midas Windfall's Problem

About the Book

Here's how I decide whether to purchase a book I know nothing about: I flip through and read the last line of some of the chapters.  What follows is the last line from every chapter in Midas Windfall's Problem, save one.  That omission would have given too much away.  Mystery!  

I realized, after reading these, that the last line from each chapter gives the kind of impression of a book that a stuffed grizzly bear gives of the real thing.  From now on I'll purchase books based entirely on their cover art or those titles endorsed by a celebrity.  I encourage you to do the same.

-eric

Of course, everything worked perfectly for Midas Windfall; that was his problem.

That Midas was given every advantage to make money, and every contact to do so, and a wad of capital to get the ball rolling, put him in the position to follow in his parent's gold-plated footprints.

Most people back then, and still, believed things without any evidence to support them at all.

He called his offer: "An act of parental love."

He stood up, donned his jacket, and strode out into the rain.

Then, like today, it made people feel warm and important when they were smiled at.

A dream come true!

Midas egressed the cafe feeling very significant indeed.

The desk did not turn into solid gold.

Here’s the thing: kids still do.

His sense of humor had improved, too!

Midas understood what the psychologist was saying: beat off all you want but act like it is the last thing you'd be caught dead doing.

Midas crawled out of the wreckage and was wrapped in a coat and told to lie down and hold still.

The boys had stolen his marbles, too.

How true!

Soon enough every body had had enough, and that was that.

Just like in everything, what appeared to be and what actually was were two very different things.

That was the day he decided to attend philosophy classes exclusively.

Everyone thought, regardless their income, that if they could make just a little more money they could finally get ahead.

After all their wild cavorting, they settled into the big hotel bed and slept it all off.

He simply wanted to let everyone know that if they wanted anything he had won they should come and get it.

Back then, and still, that was one way unwanted cats were killed.

Instead, he was leaving the country.

The media, like every other financially successful corporation, knew a profitable scheme when they saw it.

Midas, like most people throughout history who have learned to levitate, levitated whenever he got the chance; because he could.

Or levitate.

Imagine!

Back then, like now, if someone was winning by such a margin that the opponent was being profoundly humiliated, the game was not fun to play at all.

Because Midas gave away what he thought was all his money in India, the good lawyer told him, he could avoid paying taxes altogether.

Back then, like now, if someone appeared to be doing a good turn, most people held that person in high esteem; even if the person was simply doing it for personal gain.

Incognito!

Midas was, as the doctor told Midas' mother: "Not that crazy."

He said: "Blood is thicker than water!" and: "My boy's a gold mine!"

Security!

Before long, the prize supply trucks were dropping packages off on the dirt ruin of what was Midas' next door neighbor's house...

About the Author

NAME: ERIC M. FLEMING SEX: M HEIGHT: 6-03 WEIGHT: 175 EYES: BLU BIRTHDATE: 08 17 70. ORGAN DONOR.