| General Fiction posted January 3, 2014 |
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60 word story
Eight going On Eighty
by Spiritual Echo
Head buried in her hands, anguished, she looked up. At the sight of his back as he walked away, she burst into tears again. "You don't need me anymore," she wailed.
"Sure I do," he yelled back over his shoulder. "But, geeez, Grandma, I'm eight years old. I can cross the street by myself."
60 WORD DASH writing prompt entry
Head buried in her hands, anguished, she looked up. At the sight of his back as he walked away, she burst into tears again. "You don't need me anymore," she wailed.
"Sure I do," he yelled back over his shoulder. "But, geeez, Grandma, I'm eight years old. I can cross the street by myself."
"Sure I do," he yelled back over his shoulder. "But, geeez, Grandma, I'm eight years old. I can cross the street by myself."
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