By Paul Beckman
We five sisters, with our accompanying husbands, buried Grandma and returned with Grandpa for lunch. He poured a shot and passed the bottle. Saying L’Chaim he tossed it back.
Mildred, the oldest sister, picked up the large gaudy dish with the sucking candies and held it out to Grandpa who, without hesitation, pointed to me. Mildred couldn’t hide her jealousy. She gave me the dish and the look. I’ll now have to display this hideous ‘Made in China dish’. Grandma’s favorite gift from us; but selected by Mildred. It will be forever painful for all of us but for different reasons.
Funny. And real. And a good story.
Family helps make writing possible even though the stories are fiction.
I liked your story. Nice job!