“Don’t tell me about the estate,” she mutters.

Been missing for moments, all the important moments, and how it’s come down to this. Dead as a doornail, dead on arrival, mail piles up. Postman calls the police to do a wellness check, because why would her kids even care? Cops come, knock on the door, survey the perimeter of the home, meeting dead silence. Car in the driveway but it’s been there for years. Rusting, rotting, transformation into an antiquated conversation piece. Who even knows the last time it started? Office MacKenzie peers through windows, finding lights off in every room. The house looks abandoned, until he does a double-take in the kitchen, where he sees a pair of stocking’d legs sticking out from the pantry – face up. Calling in his findings, he somehow jimmies the window open (the doors having been locked), and crawls inside. He helps his partner in as well, taking his time because they know she’s dead. Once their in, the smell overtakes them. The put their hands to their nose and mouth and walk over to confirm what they know – A rotting corpse, a swarm of flies and other insect delicacies, a can rolled not too far away from her outstretched hand. Living alone in a big house at 97 sure had its risks.

Margaret now stands at the repass, heavily drinking a dry martini, musing on how this estate will be split. How she will loathe dealing with her 7 brothers and sisters and their ridiculous antics. Paul will try to take over everything. Because he’s the oldest he’s always thought it was in charge, but of course it’s not true in all things. He could never move past that egotistical entitlement. Minnie would probably cry and cry and cry, at the worst most inopportune moments. She was crying right now. Right into the fish sauce. Hopefully a little more salt won’t ruin it. Michael won’t care what happens to anything; The house, the will. After this dinner, he will have no problem going back to his cabin, fishing on the lake and smoking his pipe. Lacey-Anne will be constantly in contention with Paul. As they oldest girl, they will still probably vye for

Author: Roe

30. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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