A Peaceful Nightmare by Mr. Page
Category: Writing and Poetry

Grandfather sat in his favorite green arm chair for a
long time without talking. "Aren't you going to tell
me a bedtime story?" I finally asked. Grandfather lit
a cigarette and smiled "Just a short one" he said.
"Because it's late. Once upon a time." Grandfather
began. "When I was just boy I remember seeing my
Grandmothers false teeth on the kitchen counter,
it was damn scary!" Then he took a long slow drag
as smoke poured out of his head and said...
"The End".

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