I was close to my Uncle Harry, but I never knew that he was a hoarder. Then my cousin and I went into my late uncle’s house to clean it out before trying to sell it after he passed away and we were shocked to find stacks of newspapers in every room almost from floor to ceiling.
It’s remarkable that, with those stacks and stacks of newspapers, the house didn’t burn to the ground with him in it.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. Photo credit: Mr Cup at Unsplash.