Uncle Henry, Part I: A Flash Story

Benie Writes

181 words.

Late Uncle Henry had been a priest. When he lived, he always reminded us how much he loved us. But preceding his death, his last words were that he would be waiting for us and would be delighted with our company (on the other side).

We all laughed at the joke, the funny statement. But I didn’t really think it was funny. I wasn’t sure mother did, either; nor did I think so of Sophie, nor of Josh. We enjoyed a good, final laugh, anyway.

After Uncle Henry’s death, I don’t know. I just don’t. I mean, I speak for none else. But once, between 2 am and 3 am, as was my tradition to rise and remain so for a while, I heard an indistinct chant. I so sought the source.

It would be at least an hour of walking all around the house, displeased…

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