Jeffrey John Mackness

Last Will and Testament

Last Will and Testament The house was quiet. The dog was curled up on his mat and had not stirred. The kettle whistled on the stove. The French press gave forth the coffee which I now carried to my spot at the kitchen table. Beside that spot was a window which would soon bring into the room the light that would herald yet another new day. The gentle darkness created a curtain outside which obscured the world beyond from my sight.