by Bryce Kenn
Life insurance from beyond. Flash fiction.
|I heard the mantle clock chime three. It was early morning. I awoke, as I usually did this time of morning, to something rustling in the house. I reached over. Lori wasn't beside me. I panicked for a second, but then I remembered the car accident. Lori was gone. The car accident had taken her from me.
After the accident, I had gone into a deep depression. I had lost my job, and the creditors were ready to take my house and my car. Her funeral arrangements had drained my savings.
The rustling... What had it been? I got up quietly and crept through the house. I made my way to the kitchen, and as I passed the dining room, something shiny caught my eye. I did a quick search through the rest of the house. No one was there; so I returned to the dining room and turned on the light. The dining room table was covered with tarnished, antique, silver service. I noticed a leaf on the floor. It was winter. Where had the leaf come from and silver come from?
Lori had been a thief in life. I had tried to get her to take a legitimate job, but she insisted that this is what she did. After the first appearance of the silver, more treasure appeared in my house. There was always a leaf in the same place on the floor next to the dining room table. I pawned the treasure to pay my debts. It went on like this for two years. Over time, as my depression abated and I went back to work, the treasure stopped appearing.
I've never been one to believe in the spirit world, but I can't help but think that Lori took care of me.