Today’s six sentences come from a piece I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
Paula stood in the empty dining room and smiled. Finally, the house was hers. It had taken months of negotiations, solicitors, and that awful nephew, who got greedier and greedier as the weeks dragged on.
Paula pitied him. The deceased owner had loved this house, it had meant more to her than money. If only he’d taken such an interest in his aunt when she’d been alive.
I’m thinking that this could actually be the start of a romance. What reason could there be for “the nephew” being greedy?
- Six Sentence Sunday 9.30.12 (tmoniquestephens.com)