It is ours, all ours. No longer did everyone have to fight about who was getting it because when momma’s will was finally found, all of the bickering stopped – briefly. When Mr. Lawyer – yes, that’s his name – read out the will in front of the family, he paused before he got to the part about… the tablecloth. It was hand-stitched by their great-great-great-grandmother; it only looks a few years old, but it’s almost 100 years old. When Mr. Lawyer read that it was going to be mine [Bubba Joe’s], I was filled with so much ecstasy.
This is another fun installment of Flash in the Pan. The word was tablecloth; max word count was 100 words. My word count is 95 words. If you enjoyed mine, then click on the link and view what others have written.