Wrong Names & Wily Necromancers (These Stubborn Hearts #1) – Flash Fic

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“London Fog for Laura!” 

“Could have been worse,” Taura muttered to herself. She gave the barista a smile, then scoped out the sitting area. Miraculously found a two person table, then squeezed herself in to wait for Mr. Stacy. 

When your distant rich grandmother dies and her attorney wants to talk estates you wait. 

Taura wasn’t in mourning, she’d never met the woman. But still she felt bound as the dutiful eldest child to at least hear the attorney out. 

“Ms. Harrington?” 

Taura looked up, greeting lodged in her throat. 

Why the hell was a necromancer her dead grandmother’s attorney?

Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge: The Prediction. This week’s words are: duty, London, mourn.

This is going to be a multi-fic series.

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