A Short Story For Saturday

This weekend’s short story, Virginia Woolf’s “The Legacy,” begins with a hunch that all might not be what it seems:

“For Sissy Miller.” Gilbert Clandon, taking up the pearl brooch that lay among a litter of rings and brooches on a little table in his wife’s drawing-room, read the inscription: “For Sissy Miller, with my love.”

It was like Angela to have remembered even Sissy Miller, her secretary. Yet how strange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more, that she had left everything in such order — a little gift of some sort for every one of her friends. It was as if she had foreseen her death. Yet she had been in perfect health when she left the house that morning, six weeks ago; when she stepped off the curb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her.

Read the rest here. For more, check out The Complete Shorter Fiction of Virginia Woolf. Peruse previous SSFSs here.