Why I loved Grandma (standard:Creative non-fiction, 854 words)
Author: PeterFromOZ	Added: Jan 23 2006	Views/Reads: 7214/3119	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a story about a young boy (the author) dealing with the domestic abuse of his Grandmother by his Grandfather.

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I told Grandma that I would not let Granddad hurt her anymore. 

After many years Grandma lived without Granddad. She became a wonderful
handicraft teacher, teaching senior citizen and children alike. I 
remember her making wonderful oil paintings. I remember Grandma 
teaching me how to finger paint. 

I remember Grandma teaching me how to fish with a handline off the boat
ramp, and I caught my first fish; a Bream. My schoolmate, Matthew; who 
was visiting with me, caught three Flathead. Grandma had also taught me 
the best bait for fishing is a sweet-dough; you can make it by mixing 
up: flour, water & sugar. Then you knead into a dough and put it on the 
hook. It's the best bait, maybe, for fishing. You need to experiment 
with the amount of sugar. The fish can't resist the sweet dough. 
Grandma taught me that. 

Thank you Granny. You're a wonderful soul. 

RIP, Grandma & God Bless You. 

© 2005 Peter E. Williams [ pew ink ] 

(First draft, 24 December, 2005; second draft, 23 January, 2006) 

Epilogue: I have grown to experiment, and experience and love human
bondage, but not like that. I prefer LOVE BONDAGE; it's Sane, Safe & 
Consensual. It's the only good way to do it, I think. Actually, I think 
it can be a wonderful thing.


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