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Three Line Tales 12 – I Yam…

week 193
photo by Tony Wang via Unsplash

The old man stood there, a hand pressed to his chin, and the look in his eyes so unnervingly focused that when he moved and finally approached, I shrieked and turned the other way.

He grabbed me by the arm, his grip surprisingly gentle, and asked if I was Olive’s kid. I replied with a slow nod and a quiet yes, wondering how he knew my mother.

“I can’t stands yer pops,” he grunted, then his face began to ease into a smile, wistful and affectionate, “But tell yer momma Popeye says hi.”

*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 193 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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