Where There’s A Will There’s A Way

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright – Jean L. Hays

– You must be joking! Is this it?
– What? You thought it would be bigger?
– Yes. I can’t believe I drove six hours for this piece of junk.
– So, you don’t want it?
– Of course I want it. Why? You want it for yourself?
– Well, I took care of him for the last few years. He wanted me to have it.
– Do you have it in writing? Did he leave a will?
– Come on, brother. Are we going down that road?
– I don’t care. The law is the law. Half of it is mine.
– You were always such a jerk.
– Screw you.

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48 thoughts on “Where There’s A Will There’s A Way

  1. Dear Loré,

    Yep. Sounds like two brothers. Spot on dialogue. I hope they can work things out. BTW. Although the name Edsel has become synonymous with failure, that car would be worth a fortune today. Funny how things work out, isn’t it?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Sometimes I’m glad I only had sisters 🙂

    I like a dialogue only story, really brings the nature of characters out. Great capturing of the relationship in only 100 words too.
    Cheers
    KT

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  3. Dear Lore,

    You nailed the dialog and the tension between the brothers. Why humans must fight over trifles is beyond me. There is something very reptilian about it all. Great piece of work from a difficult prompt.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  4. Lore, I agree this is terrific dialogue, very realistic. These squabbles over property are terrible. I’ve seen it first hand. No one in my family had a problem, but I’ve seen it. I sympathize with you on the loss of your family members. Well written. — Susan

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    • Couldn’t agree more. So sad to argue about stupid things after someone dies, makes you wonder what kind of life they had…when in the end all that matters is love. My mom was always smothering me with her love, calling me her little sunshine and now that she is gone, those are the memories I value the most.

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  5. Dear Loré, This is a great story – I love it and have seen disagreements upon the passing of relatives. I remember my mother begging us not to fight or get mad over “things” when she died – and well, we didn’t. Good job! Nan 🙂

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