One hundred words on vengeance ::

The boys were confused by Grandma’s sight. They were glad to read to her—proud to get the long words first—but they wondered when her eyes would heal like their scrapes. Rather than explain Grandma’s mortality their parents lied. Grandma was blinded by shieldbugs in the lemon bush in the back yard, they said. They sprayed … Continue reading One hundred words on vengeance ::