Grandma

The boy knew there was something up, he knew because his home was once bright and joyful, then it became dark and secretive. Whispers danced around the house, grandma became more reclusive then normal, and darker with the passing days. Mother was more frail and sickly then before. Mother, she was a pretty woman. More on the plain side, but never the less still very pretty. Grandma, well she was very beautiful in her prime, but age and time weren't so kind. Most of her blond locks have fallen out, and all that 'tuning up' have all failed and resulted in much worse bags and wrinkles. Her face really does look like its melting! The boy often wonder if it was grandma's looks that made her so sour and pouty. Before grandpa died he said she was still a looker. The family lived in a small two stories house, its also extremely old, and falling apart. The boy didn't care, he didn't have a care in the world. The small family lived pretty far from any town. So the boy had space to run about. Grandma didn't like this, she said that's not how you raise a child. Mother often ignores her. But lately things are different, especially between grandma and mother. They whisper behind closed doors, every day mother looks more tired then the day before. If that wasn't enough though the thin walls the boy could hear mother crying. Why was mother sad suddenly? She wasn't like this two months ago. No, mother was often happy, and rarely cried. And why was grandma suddenly more aggressive towards him? Did the boy do something wrong to upset his mother and grandmother? He often sat under an old Yew tree contemplating things. There he felt safe and hidden from grandma. Who now started to prowl around, looking for him. Sometimes calling his name in a horse whisper, 'Johnny! Oh Johnny!' When the boy would hear her, he would run either towards the house or to his Yew tree. He knew grandma couldn't climb trees, could she? From his perch he could see all of the property, and his very old neighbor's house and property. All the way to the forest. The boy was often afraid of the forest, not the first few hundred feet or so, but the deeper darker parts where grandma likes to wonder into.