Grandmother's House

Here's a little something that I read for the Tales of the Decongested short shorts last month.

This is one of those creative non-fictions, or perhaps a fiction based on half-truths. Some of it's real, some of it's not.

One thing that is real right now is that my Grandma's house has been turned into a hospice. The "touch" of cancer I mentioned a couple weeks ago is in her pancreas and has spread to her liver, so it's basically pain management and home hospice for the dear old gal.

She turned 91 a couple days ago. Apparently she was a little tired today, because she stayed up half the night playing euchre with one of her grandkids. She loves her cards, Grandma does. And what better way to pass the time than throwing down bowers and winning tricks while hopped up on narcotics?

Gee, sounds me in college.