Even the crickets quieted when Gramps spun a yarn. He captivated his audience (Granny and crickets) with tales of morning walks becoming battles—confronting ninjas at every turn. His walking-stick-turned-katana, holding would-be saboteurs at bay while Godzilla The Chiweenie unleashed the atomic breath. Being Hero was hungry work, least 'til Granny shouted, "Breakfast!"
Lisa H. Owens
Created for a December 2022 Short Story Prompt:
“December” comes from the Romantic combination of the Italian dici, meaning “to say,” and the English ember, referring to a live piece of a dying fire. This etymology, of course, aligns perfectly with the month that ends our year. Even more, of course, is that this is all totally made up and untrue. Write a 53-word story about nonsense.
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