Finagle – (Six Sentence Story #130)
It wasn’t that Dad’s handwritten will had no date; it did … Friday February 2011. Hells bells and various other words to that effect.
It had been witnessed by Dad’s next door neighbours, Ken and Iris who had owned a little boutique in Bond Street. They still lived next door, and would have been on one of their many cruises, but this year, were languishing in a Cornish country estate instead.
After much musing, the temptation to finagle had diminished and we agreed to send the will to the probate court to see what transpired. We made a cup of tea, and together mulled what other little surprises, we might find in Dad’s aged and diminished handwriting.
Post inspired by Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge #130 Boutique. If you, too would like to join in please click on the link.
PPS – Also managed to weave in Fandango’s FOWC – Finagle. If you, too would like to join in please click on the link.