Another eight sentences from my work in progress 'Irish Inheritance' for the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.
You’ve met Jenna and know she’s the co-inheritor of a large legacy and a house in Ireland. Now meet Guy!
Guy Sinclair eased his aching shoulders and stretched out his legs as the plane circled on its final descent. He glanced through the porthole as they circled the bay, and wondered for the hundredth time why he’d agreed to come all the way to Dublin. He didn’t give a damn about an old house, and had no idea why the Irish lawyer was so insistent.
“He wants you to see the house before you make any decision about selling,” his New York lawyer had told him.
Still reeling from the surprise of hearing he was about to inherit half a house and cash from some old dame in Ireland, he’d shrugged. “Okay, I guess I can humour him.”
After he’d left the lawyer’s office, he crossed Fifty-Ninth, found an empty bench at the edge of Central Park, and called his mother in New Jersey.
“Mom, do you know if Dad’s mother had any connections with Ireland?”
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