for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Lounge
The following is an edited version of a tale I wrote six years ago.
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“Make sure you behave yourself,” said mum as she handed Tommy over to grandpa for a couple of hours.
He left him alone for a few moments to take a telephone call in the hall but cut his conversation short when he heard something fall to the floor in the lounge.
A look of dismay came over his face when he saw Tommy sitting beside his precious vase, but he said nothing, just knelt down next to him.
“Why are you crying”’ asked Tommy, “it’s not broken”.
Grandpa traced the shape of a heart in the scattered ashes on the carpet.
“Kids will be kids my darling” he whispered.
Thanks to Denise for hosting
So sweet
Thanks Beth!
Sad, but as Beth says … so sweet … and so kind of Grandpa … well done Keith = cheers Hilary
Thank you so much, Hilary.
Love how you ended it Keith.
I’m pleased, thanks, Sadje
You’re most welcome
Beautiful story.
Nice.
Simple. engaging with an emotional left-hook for an ending.
(An example of what, I would hazard, we all strive for in writing these little stories.)
That’s most kind of you Clark.
Excellently told, Keith. Like the kid, my first concern was whether it had broken, and I hadn’t considered that there might be important contents that could spill out. Yet, with every line, you added new details that deepened my understanding of the scene.
I’m delighted it came across that way, thank you, Nicole.
Cool. And cool that Grandpa kept his even with the spillage.
I’d like to think I’d act in the same way too.
Awww. Grandma understands.
Of that, I have no doubt.
A sweet and poignant story
Thanks so much, Marja.
I won’t deny what the others said …. a sweet story and warm thoughts.
But I just wanted to get the vacuum out.
Haha, I don’t think that would go down very well with Grandpa!
Oh no. Grandma’s ashes!
‘fraid so!
Ashes to ashes… cool that Grandpa can keep his cool.
Indeed it is. Thanks for dropping by.
Oh my. What a lovely ending and a very special grandpa. ⚱︎ ❤︎
Thanks so much, Nancy.
Oh…that was a gut-punch. And how do you even begin to explain to the little one? Maybe the heart image and gentle demeanor says it best.
Thanks Liz. It’s not something I’d wish to do.
Seems Grandpa knows what matters most. Sweet story.
Exactly what I thought. Thank you, Patricia.