About the Author: C.L. Cobb is an old hand at adventure fiction, has written for rags such as Easyriders, Outlaw Biker, and American Iron – and now has added mystery to the mix. But Cobb knows mystery and adventure have a lot in common. Strange things happen, the way is unknown, and there are twists and turns before the end of the road.
“Hello Uncle Harry—
“It’s Maggie.”
I covered his cold hand with my own.
The lawyer said Harry was dying. And it appeared the lawyer was right.
“Ah, Harry, you old sot,” I said. “It’s too soon!”
I stroked his stubbled cheek.
“I know you’ve been sober these last several years, but I bet right now …
“You’d throw a bum under a bus for his bottle of booze.”
I saw one eyelid flutter.
Then a wink.
I jerked back.
“Harry! You’re still in there?”
“Oh, yes!” A nurse entered the room. “He can’t speak since his last stroke, but he can hear just fine.”
She plumped his pillows.
“Are you Harry’s wife?”
My shoulders slumped, but I didn’t begrudge her the error. Hard life had erased the years between Harry and me.
“I’m his niece.”
“That’s nice.” She inspected Harry. “I’ll be right back.”
I followed her into the hall.
“Excuse me,” I said. “But I just got here and I thought …”
I searched for delicate words.
“You expected him to be less responsive?”
“Well, yes. How long do you think …”
“It’s a hospice,” she said. “Not an assembly line.”