You Need to Meet Gramps First


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Liz had warned Tom that her grandfather was eccentric.  He wanted to marry, but Gramps meant the world to her.

Gramps gave them a grand tour first thing and Tom seemed to like him.

“Sorry, the garden is a bit soggy.  Been meaning to drain it forever.”

“Don’t worry,” Tom said.  “My shoes will dry.  Eventually.”

“Back when Lizzie’s mom was a girl I bought drainage pipes and such, but never finished.”

“What happened?”

“Birds soon moved in.  Then toads.  Mice. A snake.”  He pointed to the overgrown rack.

“Wow! nature’s condo.  Love it!”

Liz smiled.  Tom was a keeper.

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Word count = 100

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48 thoughts on “You Need to Meet Gramps First

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      I know, it seems that in FF if there is a swamp, there are dead bodies or a swamp monster…. I know, I’ve written a few like that. On occasion, though, I like to go a little lighter.



  3. cordeliasmom2012

    Ha! At our house. the rule was that our daughters’ prospective suitors had to make friends with our not-fond-of-strangers 90-lb German Shepherd. My favorite was the young man who looked at the snarling dog, took a big breath, and said, “ok, let’s do it.” He really loved our daughter that much.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      What is that saying, “I don’t trust a person who doesn’t like dogs but trust a dog if it doesn’t like a person”… Brave guy, but I’m sure he thought it was worth it.



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