Tommy's Grandmother

In the spirit of Halloween I wrote this short story.

Wind whispered and a small sliver of moon hid behind the clouds. Tommy felt a presence behind him so he turned. There was nobody there. He walked up to a puddle on the road and bent down. Tommy lifted the woven bookmark out of the puddle. It was the one his grandmother had given him for his birthday, the one he’d thrown out of the window for spite and malice. Tommy felt so confused. Then, he felt a small clawed hand pat his shoulder, he saw the blue nail polish. The same shade his dead grandmother used to wear.

Reviews

[Jcortz3]

A good story but it was not two sentences

[Maddi]

yup i know. I realised just after I entered it but thought there was no harm in leaving it.

[matrixmark]

Good spooky short story. Would send shivers down anybodys spine if it we're to actually happen.

Good quick read.

Mark.

[Howling_Wolf]

What a nice spooky tale for the holidays. Never throw away anything with spite or malice in your heart; because you almost always will regret it later on.

[Samuel Dickens]

I guess he knows now that disrespecting one's grandmother can really make her angry, especially when she's dead. This is a well written and effective little peace. I smiled at the end.