Sadly, Dad’s bequest to Alec. the Asimov’s Foundation Series, was a challenging find. The old clothes we’d donned to clear out the loft were now stiff with blood, sweat and tears; more grime would have had them running off, never to return.

Deb and I had stripped off, taken turns in the shower and were now cosily wrapped in Mum’s fluffy gowns, hair twisted in matching turbans. Curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, we consoled over joyful memories of our yesteryears.

(85-Word Micro-story)

PS This will be continued in Denise’s Six Sentence Story – but Sammi’s Weekend Writing prompt – bequeath was too good to miss! Click through to either or both links, if you too would like to join in …

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