by Gavin Williams
Grandpa was always making up stories.
“The war ended just before I went overseas because Hitler heard I was coming.”
“I was a world champion Scrabble player.”
“I was abducted by aliens. They’re nice.”
I never believed him until SyXar showed up on my doorstep looking for a Scrabble rematch. Grandpa never said which world.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Full of Blarney
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1 comment:
clever! I like this one quite a large bit.
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