Touch Stones

It was more of a mob scene than a gathering of bereaved relatives at the reading of Grandma Charlotte’s will. Who was the chosen one? What was the reward for suffering through the required ‘visit’ on their sixteenth birthday? The old lady dropped anyone from her will who didn’t visit. Gold and jewels hidden in her spooky old house was common knowledge, so everybody went. Between his psychic grandmother and gold-digging relatives, the main family relationship Frank knew was to be as distant as possible. Frank got Grandma’s decrepit Victorian house, along with the sneers and snarls of relatives he didn’t know. He also found he had to move into the old place immediately. He found no gold or hidden jewels there. The only things locked away were home-canned jars of tomatoes from 1942. What he did find were visions of his dead grandmother. There were also files with his name, written long before he was born. There were also things called touch stones and a girl he’d never heard of. The visions could literally suck him dry. Frank’s life could end soon, and in a most unpleasant fashion unless he learned how to keep his focus.