To settle a BILL
It was a cold day; the heavens were raining down heavily across the smooth carpet of green that lay beneath. The song of the red-breasted robins broke the silence that filled the land. The green grass that covered the land filled the heart with full of joy, to see nature rule in it’s own domain, in all its glory and all its pain. In the middle of all this lay the place to which I must go.
It was an old country house, where my good old friend Harold lived; he was more a businessman than anything. His whole life revolved around his factory, it was his lives work, and it was him one might say. For a man like he the end was not far away for time was not as kind to him as one might hope. Harold had grown Ill over the past two years, he had cancer of the lungs, and his smoking did not help him much. Harold’s greatest worry was not that he was going to die, death was never downside in his view, and he did not care when he would die all he wanted was his dream to live on even after his own demise. This was all he wanted, but this proved to be more of a challenge than he had expected. He had two son’s their names were Harry and Tom. Harry was a kind forgiving person in my eyes but not everyone thought of him that
" I replied"Does this mean that my father was murdered" "I"tmm afraid so Harry. The sound of owls hooting filled the midnight air. A high level of mercury could have been due to taking too much aspirin, but considering he had only taken five this was quite odd. As I slowly crept up to Tom"tms room, the door was slightly opened I held my ear against the huge door. Harold was dressed in his silk robes, sitting there, with no movement, no sound. They had never forgiven him for that and when their mother died it just got even worse. Why would Harold commit suicide, it was the last thing he would have done. He was out of breath and was sweating a lot and told me the bad news. This just somehow did not fit together, my head was trying to put together the puzzle but some part of it was missing. Next to the drink laid a label, which stated, "To Dad From your loving son Tom"This all led to my one conclusion whatever happened involved Tom. I was not exactly trained in the art of medicals but I knew a few things. "How are you Harry" I asked"I am fine, how about you uncle John""I am as happy as a man can be my dear child.