The Write of Passage
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The End Code
It was all a blur at this point, her grandmother’s death, the funeral, the mourners going in and out of her childhood home and now the lawyer sitting across from her on the sofa, his words rambling together. “Your grandmother left everything to you.” His voice, attempting to reassure her that this is a good thing. Still in her heart she just wanted her grandmother back, everything else was just stuff. He continued: “The home, cars, savings, all of her belongings are yours, you will not have to worry about money for the rest of your life, that’s what your grandmother wanted.” His tone changed to a slight annoyance at her blank stare when he added… “I know it won’t bring her back but at least she made sure your days on earth would be spent in comfort.” It was obvious he was just doing his job and her mental breakdown would have to wait until the papers were signed. With that she snapped out of her grief trance and signed her name to all the papers required. And thus, she was now the proud owner of her grandmother's hopes and dreams, her hard work, her earthly toil, her future interests, and her past investments. It was all signed over in an instant. “It’s been a pleasure working for you and your family, your grandmother was a special person, and she will be missed.” The rote, perfunctory speech of a politely disinterested party seeking a quick exit from an uncomfortable conversation. Audra finally spoke, rising to her feet in the same motion “Thank you for your assistance Mr. Lawson, I will be in touch should I need anything more from you.” Shaking herself free of these necessary evils the way a dog shakes water free from its coat, vigorously and with great speed. Now that the paperwork had been signed and the pleasantries exchanged, Mr. Lawson made his departure.
By The Write of Passage 3 years ago in Horror
The End Code
It was all a blur at this point, her grandmother’s death, the funeral, the mourners going in and out of her childhood home and now the lawyer sitting across from her on the sofa, his words rambling together. “Your grandmother left everything to you.” He said his voice reassuring her that this is a good thing. Still in her heart she just wanted her grandmother back, everything else was just stuff. He continued: “The home, cars, savings and all of the belongings are yours, you will not have to worry about money for the rest of your life, that’s what your grandmother wanted.” His tone changed to a slight annoyance at her blank stare when he added… “I know it won’t bring her back but at least she made sure your days on earth would be spent in comfort.” It was obvious he was just doing his job and her mental breakdown would have to wait until the papers were signed. With that she snapped out of her grief trance and put her name on all the papers with the highlighted yellow marks. And thus, she was now the proud owner of her grandmother's hopes and dreams, her hard work, her earthly toil, her future interests, and her past investments. It was all signed over in an instant. Taking on a seeming life of it as its previous caretakers’ candle had been blown out by the winds of change.
By The Write of Passage 3 years ago in Horror