By LUELLA DOW
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Grandmas are friends - a short story

 

Last updated 7/9/2015 at 12:44pm



I was at the park with two of my friends one afternoon, when the voice of a mother echoed through the trees surrounding us. “Greg, you nuisance, get over here. I’m not keeping the food just for you.”

A young boy, about 8 years old, who had been playing with a ball nearby, put it away and looked up at me. I was distracted by my departing friends who were waving goodbye and smiling at the boy. I watched them as they drove away. I turned around and the boy now stood close to me. He held onto the sleeve of my jacket. I said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were right here.”

The boy leaned cl...



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