The front door was barely ajar, and she could already understand why the notary had been so vague about her so-called inheritance. No wonder why, she had lived most of her life far from her family.
They were all wackos.
Her (late) (bastard) uncle had packed his tiny home with what seemed like tons of oddities of all kinds. Animal skulls, dusty books, creepy dolls… And died.
Where can I sign to refuse all of this? I mean, seriously, call ”Ripley’s Believe it or Not” and donate the whole house… This is not a legacy. It’s a nightmare!
This year, I am dedicating my A to Z Challenge to 100 words pieces of fiction, based on unusual (sometimes a little obsolete) words. If you’d like to get the full list of my challenge posts, just click here.