Some things can never be spoken
A prose poem? Description? I wrote a thing, basically.
Last week’s winners: well done everyone!
Stories to make Grandmother’s wherever they are proud, well done all. Thanks for the votes.
Daughters’ adopted baby is loved unconditionally
She’s dying, but it is time.
Grandmother? But more MILF than GiLF.
Grandma’s toothy smile worried red riding hood
Choose your words carefully!
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers
Reason can't stand in for feeling