My Grandfather Left Me Something They Never Wanted Me to See

Long enough for that hesitation to tell the room more than any speech could.

Then I went into the study alone.

The door was open now.

For once.

I sat in my grandfather’s leather chair, the one I wasn’t allowed to touch as a kid, and took his lighter from my pocket. The metal was warm from my hand.

Tap twice against the knee.

Open.

Close.

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