A warm summer day, his favorite rocking chair, an ice cold beer. The old man was happy. And – as if the afternoon couldn’t get any better – his grandson was sitting on his lap listening to one of his infamous tall tales.
Today he was reminiscing about the time he wrestled a giant fish, lucky to escape with only a few bites. Then in a dramatic flourish, the old man spread his fingers wide, the skin stretched between them like a reptile’s.
The impressionable boy shrieked while his grandfather laughed.
But Grandpa wasn’t done.
“You should see my feet…” he whispered.
The Weekday One Hundred 