Auva Creations
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Eyes On You
I stood next to Pop-Pop in the glow of the sunset coming through the hospital window. He was tensely quiet, as per usual. I always thought there was something off about Pop-Pop. It was never enough to set off a real alarm in my head, just that he was a little colder than most people, a little more hardened and on the edge. Dad always chalked it up to a product of growing up in the olden days, where things were more about survival and less about “technology and instant gratification”. Pop-Pop never spoke much to my mother, as he didn’t speak much to anyone from my experience. Whenever I asked why Pop-Pop was so quiet, my mother shrugged her shoulders, dismissed it, and told me that it was rude to be so nosy.
By Auva Creations3 years ago in Criminal