Another 100-word story from a prompt by https://rochellewisoff.com/
I stared at the dank storage cage and demanded, “Where’s my grandmother’s stuff?”
The building super chewed on a toothpick. “This is it.”
“Two beat-up boxes and a piano? Where’s the antiques she collected?”
He avoided my eyes. “I don’t know from antiques. Your brother took everything in the apartment right after she croaked. Management says after six months, I gotta dump what ain’t claimed.”
“I was out of the country.” I felt the grief again. “I didn’t know.”
“You want this stuff or not?”
My brother hadn’t known about the storage unit. My inheritance. Gone.
“Keep it,” I said.
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