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“Mark my words, son, time flies.” The six year-old Tommy nodded diligently. His grandfather surely knew about these things. “One day you’re young and the next…” Tommy wasn’t quite sure of this though. When he was born, his grandfather was already old. He had gray hair and wrinkles. “Let’s go. We still have a few hours till sunset.” And they played football. His grandfather moved quite well for an old guy. Years later, when his granddad died, all Tommy could think of was that afternoon. “Time does fly, granddad,” he whispered softly, looking at the sun hiding behind the horizon.
oh that made me think too of time gone by!! It brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteNice photo too!! fiery sunset!
I'm more into the thriller/suspense, irony/sarcasm type of stories, but curiously enough when I write something outside of that framework, what comes out resonates strong emotions in the readers.
DeleteReally, really liked this one and it made the perfect start to the podcast.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Spate. Appreciate your comment. :D
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