A sweet story and unique take on the prompt from Pam of Roughwighting. Enjoy!
by Pamela Wight
The rain falls so hard the trees appear to be weeping. I stand on the steep sidewalk waiting for the school bus, hair frizzing into tight curls but mouth curled up in a sweet grandmotherly smile.
My grandson turns seven today, and I’m determined to help him celebrate.
Of my six grandchildren, Steven is the most enigmatic; at times, full of energy and light, other times quiet and introspective. He seems to know something that no one else does.
Finally, the school bus brakes in front of me like a yellow submarine. Steven climbs down the five steps hesitantly, but when his eyes find mine, his smile radiates a bright glow.
“Grammy!” he shouts, backpack slapping behind him as he races toward my arms. We hug and then approach my new car.
“A mini-cooper,” Steven observes with a subdued tone in his voice.
“Isn’t it cute?” I crow as I crawl into the driver’s seat of the mint green toy.
As Steven snaps on his seat belt he says, “Uh huh. Mini-coopers are for old people.”
Damn the boy. “Can’t be,” I snap back. “Since I’m not old.”…
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