Grandpa’s Head
“There’s a head inside that.” Grandma pointed to the box on the highest bookshelf.
I mentioned this at dinner, expecting laughter. Everyone just nodded.
“Your great-grandfather found it a century ago, completely mummified.”
“That slash across its mouth, ugh!”
“And the naked lady tattoo.” The adults snickered. The kids looked fascinated.
“Can we see it?”
“When you’re eighteen.”
My cousin turned eighteen. He climbed up, then descended looking disgusted, commenting on the deformed ears.
Then it was my turn. I climbed up and raised the lid.
It was empty.
“Well?” my younger sister asked.
“Horrible.” I shuddered. “Those eyes, especially.”
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Excellent! Keep the family gag going. Gotta love traditions! 😂
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I freaking love this!! Seriously, this is so good. Love it! I totally got a kick out of this.
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Me too. He’s so good at these.
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A good lie is better than a boring story.
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Keeping the story alive…lie through teeth! Fun take on the prompt
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Lovely, We build our world through the things we collectively agree to imagine
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My favorite lines…”Can we see it?”
“When you’re 18.”
That made me howl. 🙂
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Was Grandpa’s name Shrodinger?
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Dear David,
I suppose that’s a big brother’s job. My brother had a knack for torturing his little sister, ie , me. Love this story. Grandpa was quite the character and passed it down to the next generations. “D
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You gotta love a family who keeps a practical joke tradition. lol
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