Sunday, April 5, 2015

882. Two scoffs

Two scoffs, my grandfather said, would ward off the dark dreams.
"Two scoffs, two scoffs, two scoffs," he'd cackle as he topped up his cup with whiskey.
He died this winter - cirrhosis and old age.
"Two scoffs, two scoffs, two scoffs," his old tool shed seemed to echo as we shoveled out his hoard of broken bottles.