My Name Is Abbas Abdullah - Wayne McCray (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📗

him. "Here's why I came." Then he left how he came, back up the block, beyond the children still playing, waving goodbye until he disappeared. Abbas stared at it, the envelope, recognizing the law firm's name and return address. He opened it, removed its contents, and unfolded a cotton letter and other documents. Reading them intently, he then sat on the hood of the car. To his surprise, he learned right then and there that he'd been disinherited. Enclosed was the deed to the house he was living in, the car title, and a gracious cashier's check, likely for the amount it would've cost to have him buried with his ancestors. There was also a personal letter enclosed, signed by all the elders, wishing him good luck in all future endeavors, and that he should never contact any of them or their extended family for any reason whatsoever. They all had been notified by certified letter.

 

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Text: Wayne McCray
Images: Charvis Harrell
Cover: Bandit Fiction and Charvis Harrell
Editing: Bandit Fiction, UK
Proofreading: Bandit Fiction, UK
Layout: Wayne McCray
Publication Date: 01-27-2022

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