© Photo prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
‘Kid, come here; it’s amazing……unbelievable,’ the grandfather shouted.
The grandson didn’t respond; he was watching a movie.
‘You are now such an unruly boy…...always watching those violent movies,’ the old man grumbled.
He looked at the window; he felt queasy about the kid. The boy had changed.
‘What’s it grandpa?’
‘The moon…..it’s just outside the window,’ the old man pointed an exited finger towards the window.
‘Let me clean your specs,’ the boy had outgrown the little silly games they once loved to play. ‘It’s the frost on the glass.’
‘I know……but I thought,’ he wished the boy would act silly.
Word count 101