by Dyal Bailey
As he leaned forward, another window popped up showing that a deposit for over fifty million dollars was recently made into his Zurich account.
“Gott-in-Himmel!”
His sapphire blue eyes nearly popped out. He slapped his chest, then clicked on the email and read. He couldn’t believe it. He rubbed his face and read it again:
Günter, if you’ve gotten this, then I’m dead. And I’ve left you everything.
Thank you for making my life so very interesting.
Tears rolled across Günter’s lower eyelashes. He wiped his eyes.
All an artist ever wishes for is to be appreciated.
…
Far away in a private hospital wing, Dr. Raja Puja read a magazine. He looked up at the patient in the room and saw that the foot of the comatose man was moving rhythmically, as if counting out a tune. He touched and examined the man, who was cloaked in wires and bodily fluid tubes.
After checking his patient’s chest, Puja studied the still expression on his face. As he did, Antonio Peloso’s eyes shot open and looked directly at Puja as he whispered, “Werther.”
Puja gasped.
THE END
Acknowledgements:
I want to thank all seven of my children: Campbell, Peach, Lex, Maddie, Samuel, Teal, and Jake. Giving birth to you was only the beginning of the miracle. Y’all have taught me and given me so much.
And my deepest thanks to my husband Craig. You’ve shared with me the kind of love that others only dream about—and you’ve provided me with the sort of push forward that every writer needs.
Beyond Casual Media, 1st Edition
Copyright © 2014 by A. Dyal Bailey
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. This edition is published in the United States by Beyond Casual Media.
ISBN 0-692-02560-4
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