Old Granny by Sugarray77 Dribble Flash Fiction contest entry |
Creak, creak went the steady rhythm of the old wooden rocker. Old Granny sat hunched over huddled inside her shawl gently rocking. With each motion she was again on the porch swing holding hands with her beau. He was going to steal a kiss... and she was going to let him.
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