It was the day Trevor’s grandmother exploded.
It was a Tuesday. That’s Trevor’s night at the Red Lion. Darts night. He never misses. Come hell or high water Trevor will be there.
So Tuesday night is my night. I’ve got myself another bloke. He’s teaching me yoga. His name’s Michael. A lovely man. Such gentle hands.
He was just helping me get to grips with the ’side plank pose’ when the urn on the mantelpiece exploded. Bits of Trevor’s gran everywhere.
She never could keep her nose out of my affairs.
Going to take hours putting her back together again.
Categories: 100-Word Stories
A writer of short stories.