“How did you meet Gramma?” she asked, eyes sparkling at the impending story of romance.

“I saw the most gorgeous blonde I’d ever seen, next to an okay brunette, and I said to myself, ‘I’m gonna marry that woman.'”

“And you did!?”

“Nope.”

“Then… what happened?”

“I married the brunette!”

This is Alexandra’s third 50-Word Story. She wanted her dad to know she doesn’t “always” write about death or cannibals.