"Is that the post?" Estelle called. "I thought it had already been."
Phil shrugged and picked up the envelope. "It's from the solicitors."
Estelle jumped up. Her rich, spiteful uncle had promised he would leave Estelle £1000 in his will. She had been waiting for months.
'Your legacy valued at £1000 is with this letter, according to the exact instructions of our late client.' The letter read. Estelle turned the page over and over. There was nothing.
"He always was a skinflint." She said bitterly.
Unheeded in the wastepaper bin the perfect Penny Black sat smugly on the envelope.