The family heirloom

Andy was annoyed.

He had enacted the grieving grandson role to perfection and endured the funeral. The old guy had always had a soft spot for him and usually favoured him in anything that pitted him against the other family members.

He had gone to the lawyer’s office with great expectations. The old man had the last laugh – all he had been left with was these old pair of shoes.

He had flung them at his cousin Punty before leaving. It was later that he heard the shoes had contained priceless stamps of 1600’s, worth millions. Drat the senile dotard.

Thanks to Sarah Potter for the photo prompt and to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers.

 

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