A Grandmother’s Veil
She Hides Beneath
She keeps her yesteryears close to breast, recollections keeping her warm in the chill of old age. The quintessence of a grandmother, cordial and cheery, feigning innocence and confusion at the degradations of the world. She hails from a different time, no survivors to tell tales of a wanton girl.
Just 50 words — Weekly Prompt — Thank you Microcosm and Paul Mansfield
