Robin Hawke

March 30, 2012, 9:19 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The need to keep her grandfather’s memory alive meant she kept his dominoes and the hat with the small brim. An odd set of pick-up sticks went into the yard sale. When it didn’t sell, it joined the dominoes.

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Deceptively simple. And very poignant.

Comment by jmmcdowell

I never knew my grandfather. Long story.
But Mom had a friend who was like a grandfather to me. He taught me how to play dominoes. You brought the memory back. Thanks.

Comment by MythRider

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