Sunday Photo Fiction — All The Rain Has Gone

This post is in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo october-19th-2014

 

The rains had ended a few hours ago. George, looking out over the bay, saw nothing but blue skies.

He had listed all the obstacles that stood in his way. He had drawn up his will expressly excluded his two ex-wives, their  husbands, and his grandchildren from benefiting from his death. They never  found it convenient to visit him except once  a year at the  most. He knew they would contest his will. He had it witnessed by his company’s lawyers.

He had liquidated almost all his vast oil and lumber holdings. He had sold three lumber companies, and two small oil refineries. Those sales had netted him over $30,000,000 after paying off his  financial obligations. Some of  these he had sold at a lost and all against the advice of his Chief Financial Officer.

All proceeds and his large ranch would be left to his caregiver. Someone who had really cared for him the last 20 years of his life. Who had been supportive in his last few years while he was in intense pain from his terminal illness.

He would end the pain himself. He already had purchased the rope to hang from his favorite old oak tree.