i used to think of my
g r a n d f a t h e r
as a good man,
one of those old
soft teddy bears that
taught you to play chess.
only this time he'd had
'a little too much brandy'
as mother excused
that didn't stop the confusion when he brought a bottle to her face.
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touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
