I pretended it was a museum, filled with the oldest stuff I had ever seen. Crowded and dusty behind smoke-stained glass. Relics from a world that no longer existed. No signs, but the rule was understood: “Do Not Touch”. Admission cost a kiss on the cheek and Nana’s cigarette breath.
Robert Ludemann is happily retired and getting better each day at not working.
Wonderful! Nicely done, Robert
you may not be working, but the story does! Nice twist!!
Marvelous! Momentary maxilla m/nuzzling is a must.
.. and yet, as children will, touch we did …
I grew up in my maternal grandparents’ home and now, far longer than a half-century later, not a day passes when I don’t take a mental walk through every room and caress all those lost treasures. Wonderful story. Stay retired. Keep writing.
That truly took me ‘through the woods’ to a time now long past for me. Well done.