Nobody’s Fault

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/03/30/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-43/

CUE:  FAULT

…When she took her rent check to the manager, Zinnia allowed her curiosity out of the cage—“What did the man die of, the guy before me, B-9?”

“Oh,” the woman shrugged, clearly not personally involved with tenants whatsoever, “heart or liver, something—it was nobody’s fault.”

To Zinnia, that closing phrase seemed 6 blocks past ‘odd’, and lacked any semblance of reassurance, if that was intended; since nothing further was forthcoming, she took her raised eyebrows and backed out the door, smiling awkwardly.

Dead-bolting herself within this strange little world, her apartment, she made a tuna sandwich and turned on the Weather Channel.

Her coveted wind chimes played lightly, a kindly sound to encourage the heart as she pondered bus-ing to the library or thrift shop…but the TV meteorologist confirmed rain, now beginning (as if on cue) and quickly gathering vehement force; decision made—she’d stay indoors.

Again the music box silently beckoned…hefting it carefully, she viewed the underside…and read aloud the words printed with indelible black marker:  “nobody’s fault, not your fault.”

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Of Will and Wills…

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/03/08/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-40/ 

Cue:  WILL

No will left, he whispered to no one; nor wish, or ‘want to’…hardly strength to wave farewell.

He hadn’t updated his Will, written and filed somewhere…forgotten, just as he’d mislaid his last named beneficiary…

Certainly it was someone he’d shut out of his life, no longer communicated with—an imperfect situation, as legalities (and matters of the heart) go.

What the heck, everything he owned was pretty much crap, regardless.

Leave it for the next tenant, maybe they will have need of it—the impoverished view any gift as blessing.

Hopefully they won’t inherit the curse, Will thought, and closed his eyes on a sigh.

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