Status: finally complete!!!
The Calendar
Prologue
The little boy pointed at the nearest Friday as he and his mother looked at her calendar. “Mama, why’s it say Grandfather’s gonna die on Friday?”
His mother, greatly disturbed, quickly replied, “There isn’t anything on Friday. Look, the square is blank. What are you talking about?”
He pointed at the square. Blurry lines covered it, words he couldn’t see, but clearly written- at least, clearly to him- was ‘Grandfather: 88, old age.’
The little boy began boarding school the next week, after his grandfather’s funeral. He had died in his sleep on that Friday.
So put another ‘x’ on the calendar
Summer’s on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse than
Knowing how it ends.
His mother, greatly disturbed, quickly replied, “There isn’t anything on Friday. Look, the square is blank. What are you talking about?”
He pointed at the square. Blurry lines covered it, words he couldn’t see, but clearly written- at least, clearly to him- was ‘Grandfather: 88, old age.’
The little boy began boarding school the next week, after his grandfather’s funeral. He had died in his sleep on that Friday.
So put another ‘x’ on the calendar
Summer’s on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse than
Knowing how it ends.
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oh whoops I started yet another story sorryxo<3