Saturday, January 25, 2014

#1:
Avery's friends all said he was one lucky bloke.  He won the Irish Sweepstakes along with several other winners.  All, now millionaires.  He couldn't believe his good fortune.  

He had made all of the necessary arrangements and the money would be deposited into his once meager bank account.  All taxes had been paid and his money was now free and clear.  He would never have t work again in his life if he played his cards right.  And that was the problem.  Gambling.  His worst fear is that he will gamble and lose every penny.  It caused him sleepless nights as he tossed and turned in his single bed.  He lived like a pauper.  Looking around his one room apartment he realized he no longer had t live in this hovel. Dirty clothes strewn  over chairs and on the floor, the small sink full of dishes, the table a mess with newspapers and rubble.  

He looked at the dingy window that announced the break of day.  A new day, a new beginning.  "A new start," he mumbled.  Never one for making plans, life had always dictated what he would do, and where he would go.  Now he had a chance, a real shot a life unlike he had ever known.  He  had always been so poor, pathetically so. "Where do I begin?  Who can I trust to help me find my way?"


In the corner stood a new black briefcase with brass locks that seemed to glow in the modest light.  It was full of money.  Rising slowly from the bed, it creaked and groaned as he stood.  Moving slowly toward the case, afraid it might be a dream and disappear, he tiptoed to the corner.  Once he had the case, he stroked the expensive leather like a cat.  The smell of the fine leather rose up into his nostrils.  Sitting on a stool he opened the case and looked at the money, more than $25,000, just to get him started, more than he needed.

"I know, I'm going to drive to the lake where I 'll make my plans.  He drove the several miles to the lake where he sat on a bench facing the bridge.  Ducks quacked and made a racket but it was peaceful as he felt the breeze from the woods that surrounded the lake.  He raised his face to the sun for warmth, the case lay on his lap.  He held it with both hands.  Looking at the case for an answer, he sprang to his feet and ran across the bridge.  He had his answer.  "I'm going t the HorseShoe Casin...I'll double my money for sure.  That's it, that's what I'll do.  Excited about his decision he drove the distance in a trance and found himself standing before the poker table, then the roulette table, placing bets and losing money by the handsfull.




#2
The corpse came into the funeral directly from the crime scene.  The body still had handcuffs on it.  What a waste, why hadn't they removed the cuffs.  Avery was new at being a mortician and thought the cuffs were at this stage inhumane, what could the decease do now?  How undignified it looked.  At least in death everyone, even criminas were t be treated with the respect due them as a human being.  At least that it what they stressed in Mortician School.  He adhered t everything he had learned.  He intended t run an upright place for souls to begin thieir journey, find peace and rest.  T some that might seem morbid, but not to lAvery.

Making himself busy, he removed the handcuffs, rigor was beginning t set in, making removal a bit difficult, but he managed.  He tried to be a gentle as possible.  Usually they tucked the information in the body bag with the corpse, but not this time.  Avery searched around and under to body searching fo the file containing the information he would need to process the body,  "Damn," he said to no one in particular.  It was just him and the body tday.  His assistant was off on vacation.  Had the file beeen lost at the deserted building where the body was found in the courtyard...he'd have to call the police or go in search of the missing file himself.

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