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Mag 156: Real Estate

Thanks to Deanabo, I decided to stop by Magpie Tales today in order to contribute to the challenge. I call this “Real Estate:”

Wind of History by Jacek Yerka

I was sad to hear that Uncle Mortimer had died. The rest of the family slighted him because he was often cranky and smelled bad; they didn’t invite him to events often but he had a way of finding out. He would show up after a bender and cause Mother and the others to purse their lips with disdain. But even after I got older I enjoyed spending time with Uncle Mortimer; he told me stories of what his life had been like during the war, how he and Auntie Josephine had met and how he missed her after she’d died during childbirth, and many other wondrous things. I guess the times we shared had meant something to him as well: I was the only one summoned to the solicitor for the reading of the will. He’d left me everything, the solicitor had said on the phone, but I couldn’t imagine what he could have; Uncle Mortimer was always dirty and had to borrow cab fare. I and my wife joined hands as we entered the solicitor’s large leather-covered office. I don’t think I took a breath as he pulled out a thick sheaf of papers and began to read a list of investments, all of which Uncle Mortimer had left to me and my descendants. The solicitor finally reached the last item, Uncle Mortimer’s cottage on Danisbury Moors. My wife and I smiled at each other, having spent the last six months looking for a house that would accommodate our soon-to-be larger family. As we gathered the directions to the cottage, we gave thanks for Uncle Mortimer and headed toward our new home.

13 Comments

  1. deanabo February 18, 2013 6:47 pm

    This is really good. Sometimes the person that no one else wants to be around has the most to offer. Love it.

    • AR Neal February 18, 2013 7:25 pm

      That is very true, Deana. I remember there was a homeless woman who passed away and when they searched her shopping cart the authorities found thousands of dollars; in the end it was determined that she had come from a very well-to-do family who simply didn’t want her around because she was mentally ill πŸ™

      • deanabo February 18, 2013 7:47 pm

        That is so very sad…

  2. Sue Anderson February 18, 2013 8:25 pm

    A story that made me want to read more. Well written with a lot of ambience.

    =)

    • AR Neal February 18, 2013 10:31 pm

      Thank you, Sue! Sometimes it is difficult to capture everything we want in a few words πŸ™‚

  3. Berowne February 18, 2013 8:37 pm

    Interesting story, with upbeat ending. Thanks.

    • AR Neal February 18, 2013 10:30 pm

      Thank you! The photo prompt could inspire such sadness, as you can see. I wanted something slightly different πŸ™‚

  4. yvonne osborne February 19, 2013 1:18 am

    What a lovely story.

    • AR Neal February 19, 2013 3:12 am

      Thank you, Yvonne!

  5. Caddoc Trellis February 19, 2013 12:22 pm

    I winder whether this house could ever be a dream home/ It so looks like a nightmare! πŸ™‚

    • AR Neal February 19, 2013 6:34 pm

      It depends on the owner’s idea of dream home! Think “Addams Family” πŸ™‚

  6. gretchenfogelstrom February 20, 2013 12:21 am

    A happy tale – how different and unique! πŸ™‚ Great to think about how being nice can pay off in so many ways.

    • AR Neal February 20, 2013 2:14 am

      πŸ™‚ I had just finished watching “John Carter” for the umpteenth time right before writing this. I guess it inspired me!

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