Grandpa says farewell, in his own way. |
Dear family, I have lived a long and wonderful life, mostly thanks to you. I’ve remembered many happy times together. The hikes through the stands of tall pines with Paul, my eldest grandson, to find some forgotten waterfall, which may have been viewed by only a handful of people. The times laying on my back in the plush green grass with my grandson, Charlie, as we made fanciful figures from a passing cloud. Then there’s my daughter, Crystal, who has taken care of me for these last few years as I’ve slowly ground to this putrid puddle of a man, barely able to eat, speak, or dress myself. So it is in my ninetieth year, that I must bid you all farewell. My will has been written and placed in my bedroom vault. My lawyer, Mr. Chen, has a copy and the combination. My ten million dollar estate is distributed very evenly amongst you. One last item, I have met a strange gentleman who says he has invented a youth potion. He’s certain of it. However, he is unwilling to try this on himself. Should it work, I will travel to some exotic location and start my life anew. Should it not work which I surmise is the case. The $20,000 that I paid will have been for pure hucksterism. I will be no worse off. Either way, I will not be here as I’ve instructed certain persons to take me to a secret location where they are to euthanize me. Sincerely, Grandpa Martose “This letter is the only thing we found this morning,” Crystal said. “What should we do?” Paul replied. “I don’t know. But,” Crystal contemplated “I’m almost certain that Dad’s estate was twelve million, and he was way too weak to write. Yet it is his handwriting.” 300 Words Flash Story Must contain: waterfall, cloud, crystal |