"So, Grandpa, this cash you're talking about. Do you remember where you put it?" asked Harry.
"Oh yes, it's come back to me now. Clear as day. I put it in the ... "
The door opened suddenly and a nurse stuck her head in. "Fifteen minutes until visiting hours end," she said cheerily.
"Yes," said Harry, annoyed, "I'm aware, thank you."
The door closed. Harry turned back to his grandfather.
"Now, grandpa, about that cash..."
The old man stared at him. "Who are you then?" he asked.
"It's me, Grandpa. Harry," said Harry.
"Don't know any Harry," said Grandpa.
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Liz Sinclair
Amateur historian who loves travel and lives in Asia. I write 'what-if' historical stories, speculative fiction, travel essays and haiku.
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This made me genuinely laugh out loud. Great micro.