Grandpa's Old Dirty

Grandpa stumbled inside boots scraping over the floorboards. He smelled awful like the little pond on the property after it dried up and all the fish died. His eyes looked like old milk when it gets that yellow skin on. They were furry with flies stuck open because he couldn't blink. There was liquid running out of his ear like rust water. Tears stung my eyes and I turned away. When I heard the creek at the porch steps I shot up from the chair upstairs Jesse before she could get mad or ask why.

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