Written for the weekly Inspiration Monday challenge at BeKindRewrite Please do go and take a look at her site and the other marvelous writers who participate there.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Walk across the street. Introduce myself. Be courteous. Wait.
They said she was old, sick, without family. She would die soon.
The old lady talked. A lot.
She made tea each day before we sat in her lounge and whiled away the hours discussing her Uncle Bob, the worms in the garden or techniques to win crocheting competitions.
I was unemployed. She would die soon. Then I would not need to work again.
I am still unemployed a decade on. She cannot remember me. She still lives. She will die soon.
Scribbla 
God knows I’ve known some in my life! Some more interesting than others, fortunately.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
This made me laugh so hard: “The old lady talked. A lot.” 🙂 What a great description.
Well … It felt rather like a leech or vulture … or a large, black, patient cat waiting for its prey to ripen! haha
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If he does her in, he may not have to worry about room and board for a few years…
Lol – quite correct. Perhaps he could’ve gone that route in the first place (without taking a life, of course).
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But everyone wants to know about their love life. I mean, no I don’t. Just thinking…
I’m going to buy a scratch off ticket now. Much safer.
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I believe it remained at ‘oral’ sex.
A great very short story.
I thought the use of short, sharp sentences worked extremely well.
Thanks Mike. As you know, the challenge of the drabble pushes your sentences to places they wouldn’t ordinarily go.
Vultures, waiting…waiting. But I guess there are two sides to everything.
Lots to think about…
Thanks!
Yep – that’s what I thought too. Two sides to everything. Thanks for reading and commenting.
My reaction: “awwww…jerk.”
Hehehehe….
He is not in the will. She doesn’t remember him.
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And she will die soon. By his hand, of course.
Sweetly evil, and as mentioned, probably excruciatingly common. Hopefully the lack of success is common also.
One thing that keeps going through my mind: They both died and went to hell, which involved talking about Uncle Bob, worms, crocheting, et al for eternity…
Another thing that keeps going through my mind: Time takes time.
Good write!
Thanks Carl. I appreciate your comments. I guess he was in hell and she was in heaven, having someone to blab to.
Time takes time. I like that.
Unemployed? More like unpaid. Because I don’t think this lottery will be in his favor. LOL
Well said.
Evil and I ‘m ….Devilishly smiling.
Thanks.
I knew a couple like this once. Turned out when the old lady did die, she had lied and gave all her money to a cat charity instead of to the couple who spent years cultivating her by visiting, shopping for her and doing her chores.
Yeah, I have heard more than one story like this before myself. May in fact be more common than anyone suspects. Weird.
interesting…
Lol.
Evil! He’s like a vulture waiting for her to die so he can pick the financial carcass! Hahaha… creepy and funny, in a sick way, I like it. This one actually gave me a chuckle, is that sick of me?
Hehe. Believe it or not, I meant it to be a darkly humorous piece. I guess we share the same humor. So if that makes you sick, well…