A Short Story I posted on my personal blog recently. Enjoy!
Her family referred to her as a darling little girl. Michelle, now twelve, rolled her eyes at every word that fell from an adult’s mouth. Dreary is how she would describe her current living situation, which consisted of her mother, father, little brother, and Grandpa Willy. Grandpa Willy was the only interesting person in the house, often sharing his way-back-when stories; never to leave out any details about getting drunk and brawling at some faraway place. Unfortunately, Grandpa Willy was starting to become forgetful, and he often repeated his stories or mixed them up. His stumbling made Michelle uncomfortable and impatient. To avoid squirming and counting the seconds that ticked away with a story she had heard twenty times before, she began to keep her distance.
On Tuesday afternoon, she walked by Grandpa Willy’s room and noticed her mother was taking the sheets off of his bed. The smell…
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