Ending Feuds

Little Tom stood quietly beside his daddy and looked on impassively at the proceedings in the hall.

Mommy had made him wear the black tuxedo that Gammy had gifted him on his previous birthday. The last time he had worn it, Gammy had beamed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Today, Gammy wasn’t talking to anybody. She was sleeping in her wooden box and refused to budge, no matter what people said to her. Grandpa was really upset to the point that he was crying. He kept saying she was behaving this way because they had fought last night.

Submitted for the Weekly Prompt: 100 words story.


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