The Man Who Had Everything

By Manuela Cardiga

Once upon a time there was a man who had everything. And I mean everything. He had a career (brilliant pianist), a lovely wife (perfect face), a compliant mistress (perfect breasts), a wonderful clutch of promising off-spring (2 girls, one boy); admiring relatives who regarded him with awe and only showed up when it was appropriate; entertaining friends of exactly the right kind and social standing; and a talented stockbroker who had somehow managed not only to salvage his nest-egg from the crash, but to actually swell it to quite embarrassing proportions.

In other words he had everything you or I could conceivably ask the heavens for as aids to the state of perfect happiness. And yet he was not happy.
So he asked the Fates for more, and the Fae answered.
You should be careful what you wish for, it may just find you...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Manuela Cardiga
• Release date: Mar 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310331923

Manuela Cardiga

Manuela Cardiga is a writer of fiction and poetry. Her published titles include the novels and novellas Guilty Pleasures, Manscapes and Desire's Detective - as well as several short stories and poetry books. She is currently working on a new novel, and on a series of graphic novels.

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The Man Who Had Everything

By

Manuela Cardiga

Once upon a time there was a man who had everything. And I mean everything. He had a career (brilliant pianist), a lovely wife (perfect face), a compliant mistress (perfect breasts), a wonderful clutch of promising off-spring (2 girls, one boy); admiring relatives who regarded him with awe and only showed up when it was appropriate; entertaining friends of exactly the right kind and social standing; and a talented stockbroker who had somehow managed not only to salvage his nest-egg from the crash, but to actually swell it to quite embarrassing proportions.

In other words he had everything you could conceivably ask the heavens for as aids to the state of perfect happiness. And yet he was not happy. You could not say he was unhappy. He was just discontent; but to a man who had everything and lived in the expectation of a constant escalation of his level of satisfaction, discontentment was as devastating as bitterest sorrow to your average man. It riled him, it ate away at his self-satisfaction, it was a cause for fierce indignation.

Why was he not content? Why? Did he not have everything? Was he not envied, desired, admired? What then did