#1096820 added September 16, 2025 at 1:25pm Restrictions: None
Grandpa
“Grandpa, is the story true?”
He snorted himself awake, “Huh? What story?”
“You know the one you told this morning?”
Brain still foggy from an unintended nap, he couldn’t recall what he had told his granddaughter this morning. Mornings ran together so much these days. It was the nights he couldn’t sleep because of the pain in his joints that he remembered, and the bright sunny decades he had spent with his wife. “Which one?”
“The one about how things used to be.”
His memory finally kicked in. “Yes, dear, phones used to be attached to the wall with cords.”
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