If there was a will, he wanted to be in it.

I’ve never seen such a suck UP.

He hated these people, he knew that, but relatives are relatives, and rich ones were hard to come by!

So suck UP he did; bow, scrape, “yes sir,” “no sir,” “three bags full sir,” it went on for what seemed ever!

And then one day, the old fool remarried.

His quest was over, he knew he’d lost the battle, he’d lost his place in the will, and at last, he’d lost his will.

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was will.