Not a Damned Thang!
Knowing Gramps lied incessantly. . .
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?”
Hunching shoulders and frowning brow, he stated loudly, “Nothing!”
He had lost the chain from his watch again; I just knew it. With eagle eyes scanning the yard I spotted a stick of dynamite lying beside his wheelbarrow. Holding up the explosive, I sternly asked him. Knowing Gramps lied incessantly. “What is this?”
“Nothing!” he stated loudly as he snachted the stick from my hand. “Not a damned thang!”
“For every good reason, there is to lie, there is a better reason, to tell the truth.” ~ Bo Bennett
The dangers and fears of Grampa blowing up the yard, and even the house, in his pursuit to kill off the bothersome moles, had been an ever-present threat to the Marshall family. As much as they had tried, they were unable to locate the elderly man’s stash of explosives. He hid them in different places and constantly denied having lit the explosives and thrown them into the holes the moles had…
