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Post by PhineasQP » Sat Jun 29, 2013 10:19 pm

Mama had been weeping for days, since her father's body had been found. We buried my kindly old Grandpapa in the hard ground of the village cemetery two days ago, and I felt the sadness would never leave our hearts.

Lying awake tonight I heard Mama cry aloud with wonder, then I heard her and Papa leave the house.

I crept from my bed to look outside. The clouds hid the moon and I saw nothing.

I heard Papa's shout, then silence. That was ten minutes ago.

Grandpapa is scratching at my window, whispering for me to let him in.
What the what?

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Re: Grandpapa

Post by Varda » Sun Jun 30, 2013 4:03 am

Well, he rose on the third day, so that means it must be okay, right? ...right?

I love how adept you are at sketching characters in so few words, Phineas-bot. This drabble has excellent emotional resonance.
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