‘…and now we reach the final item.’
The lawyer paused to take a sip of peppermint tea. The house, within which the assembled relatives sat, had already gone to a second cousin few had ever met. His 80% stockholding was now in the hands of five bowling buddies from the company mail-room.
‘My GX2012 Lear Jet with landing rights, storage and ten years of fueling and pilot fees paid in advance, I leave to my friend, Dylan.’
‘Dylan?’ enquired Aunt Agatha.
In a warm, quiet corner of the room, an old Labrador stirred briefly at the mention of his name.
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.