for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Bequeath and the limit, 85 words.
My friend Rosey walked into the pub with a strange feathery thing on her head.
What’s that? I asked stifling a fit of giggles.
‘Duh, it’s a hat stupid. It was in the box of stuff Gran left me in her will’.
It did look remarkably like the unfortunate pheasant I saw squashed by the roadside that morning.
‘A bereavement bequeathment’ I joked somewhat unwisely.
‘Not funny’ Rosey said, ‘but the frilly undergarments she left me are. Wanna’ peep?’
‘No’, I shouted covering my eyes!