Not a Damned Thang!

Knowing Gramps lied incessantly. . .

Alize Henry
Fiction Shorts
Published in
2 min readJan 29, 2024

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Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

The random word of the day is nothing.

Gramps sat on the edge of the front porch, intensely poking his cane into the ground.

Thinking he must have dropped something valuable, I inquired, “What are you looking for, Gramps?”

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Alize Henry
Fiction Shorts

A passionate Reader across a variety of genres and topics with versatility as a writer who can delve into both imaginative and real-world themes.