In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Use It or Lose It.”
“I thought we’d never come back from that one”, the old man chuckled in his chair quietly more to himself than the two young boys in front of him.
The boys looked at each other, then back to the old man. He was making it all up surely. Their mother would never have had purple hair and a pierced tongue. Did she really sneak out the window to meet a boy? If she had got caught why would she be in a bad mood with granddad, wouldn’t she be the naughty one?
At that moment their mother walked into the room, “go on boys, collect your things and get into the car”.
She folded her work suit jacket over her arm and walked over to the old man and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Thanks for having them dad, you haven’t been filling their heads full of rubbish have you?”
The old man looked at the boys and winked, “nope, I only ever tell my lads the truth”.
She smiled as she got up and left the room, the two young boys following immediately behind her. The old man chuckled to himself again, if only they knew.