Eight going On Eighty by Spiritual Echo 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."
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