“Grandad,” Frank said, “Why, at your age, would you get a DNA analysis?”
“I just got a call that my cousin, who I haven’t seen in years, passed away,” Henry said. “He and I were quite close back in the day. We used to play chess regularly and he was very good at it. But then my parents moved us away and, sadly, he and I lost touch. I’m going to take a plane to attend his funeral the day after tomorrow. Anyway, I got the DNA test to see if there are any other relatives, even distant ones, who ought to be notified.”
“I’m so sorry, Grandad,” Frank said. “How did your cousin die?”
“He was my age,” Henry said, “I’d like to say that he died peacefully in his sleep, but apparently he ate some blowfish at a Japanese restaurant. Blowfish that is improperly prepared is very poisonous and he suffered an agonizing death.”
“Yikes, that’s awful.”
“Yeah, well at least he’s somewhere over the rainbow now,” Henry said. “Oh wow, look at the time. I have to go book my flight. Can you hand me my cane? And would you mind, Frank, having some flowers sent to the funeral home?”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Lucky Dip. The idea is to use the nine random story cubes above as “ideas” for inclusion in our response.
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Very good story Fandango
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Nice weave Fandango. Re-read para 4
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👍 It was a Japanese restaurant by the name of “Japanese Restaurant.”
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😂😂
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What a way to go 😳
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The blow fish was an unexpected turn in the tale. I appreciate a good turn.
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Thank you. A few twists and turns are always good.
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I’m never eating blowfish.
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Great use of all the prompt words… you are so good at that.
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