500 Word Short Story
Hazel Crane lived her life like a delicate reed, swaying with the whims of the prevailing breeze.
It was a blessing and a curse. The blessing was that she never conformed to a ridged way of thinking... about anything. She just floated along with the current wherever it took her.
The curse was that she was a follower who conformed to the thinking of whoever she was around at the time. She always marched to the beat of another drummer, but never to her own.
Hazel Crane had a problem. She was incapable of making a major decision. She tried. Whenever the need arose she would honestly try. When she thought she had succeeded she would be pleased... for about a minute. Then doubt would creep in as other options showed themselves. Then the second guessing started and soon she was totally confused. She would become so upset with herself that she would end up “sitting on her hands” and doing nothing.
She depended on others to make the major decisions in her life. She was not her own person. Once married she was content to allow her husband to run her life. She loved him and followed his lead like a puppy on a leash.
In her later years, her husband passed away. Leaving her brokenhearted and in charge of her own life. She didn't know how to cope. She wanted to lay down and die, but sometimes life can be cruel. She continued to live her life, alone. She carried on as best she could. Her husbands Social Security, wise investments and a lump sum life insurance payment sustained her standard of living.
Hazel was now forced to make her own decisions. She wasn't good at it. She relied on others with good hearts to give her some direction. Unfortunately, there were a few who knew Hazel and took advantage of the situation. They gave her bad advice. They pushed her to do things that were “in her best interest” even though it clearly wasn't. She didn't realize it and blindly went along with whatever she was told, happy to have someone “helping her” along.
A so-called friend convinced her to let him handle her financial affairs. She mistakenly trusted the man and happily allowed let him make those types of decisions on her behalf. Whenever he brought her legal documents to sign, she did it without asking questions. Her relatives weren't concerned enough to intervene. They let things slide. It was easier that way. They figured they would get a piece of the inheritance pie when she passed away.
At the age of eighty-five Hazel died. She never realized that she had unknowingly changed her will. Everything she owned was to be given to the “friend” who made her decisions for her. The relatives were livid but there was no way for the iron-clad will to be contested.
The friend had taken it all and disappeared. He would soon become the “friend” of a widow named Clare.
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