Great-gramps was a knight of sorts. I used to fetch his lighter fluid while he told me stories about Wizards and Cyclopses.

When he was still fit, he hiked to Ruby Ridge.

By the time he dropped dead, I didn’t need to ask why Robert Shelton was at his funeral.

Nikita Linivenko has been published once on 101words.org and regularly on blog.reedsy.com.