“She is old and frail. She couldn’t have just disappeared.” Abby ran to the street and looked around. She saw not a soul.
has it that she would defend that rocking chair at the drop of a hat.” “Well I’m telling you my story is as true as your eyes are blue.”
TWO WEEKS LATER.
“That’s what grandma would say to my Dad when he didn’t believe her.”
“Dad, remember that lady I told you about?” “Yes, the old lady that wasn’t there on the porch.”
“That’s what she said to me.”
“I was looking through those old photo albums you moved from the attic. Look here, this is her. What’s her name?”
“Really, what else did she say?”
He looked at the photo. “Abby that’s impossible. That’s my grandmother. Her name was Abby. We named you after her. But she died when you were about eighteen months old. A tree fell on her porch while she was sitting in her rocking chair during a thunderstorm. Family legend
“And what?”
“She said the rocking chairs were well made. And…” “Just some girl talk.” Abby picked up the photo album. “Dad, I’m going to sit in my rocking chair for a while.”
I like to write satire, short stories and opinion pieces. I am finishing up two short pulp fiction type novels. Now retired, I was in industrial sales. I met lots of people in my travels and have blended some of their traits into characters of good and bad standing.
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