“Ann, Ann, did your great aunt die last night!” Frank shouted to his wife.
“No, at least I don’t think so. Why, did you hear something? Oh, I better call someone,” she replied in a troubled voice.
Frank was sitting down at the computer again, practically drooling on himself. He did not notice Ann looking for her phone. She was nearly in tears at this point. Ann had spent a lot of time with her great aunt when she was little. Aunt Clair was almost ninety now but the thought of anyone dyeing upset Ann.
“Where is my phone?” she screamed, hysterical now.
“What are you freaking out about?” Frank asked.
“You’re the one talking about my aunt dying, what do you think.”
“Wait, did she dye?” Frank asked
“I don’t know, I can’t find my phone. Why did you ask me if she died?”
“Because we are in her will. Look, I just read the headlines, Richard Branson finally did it, we can go to outer space. All we need is $200,000 each, we will get at least that when that ol bag finally cr…”
“I hate you! You are such an ass!”
The story above represents my entry into Alastair’s Sunday Photo Fiction.
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