[3] Grandpa Al

Grandpa Al radioed coordinates during the Korean War.

He was quiet, loved his Yankees, and sipped O’Doul’s in the summertime.

He had a fake leg and owned a ukulele, too –

A sweet, beautiful instrument boxed up in his basement.

I can see him now.

He’s smiling. Sipping. Strumming and plucking.

Published by Justin Deming

I live and teach in the Hudson Valley region of New York. I have an amazing wife, a beautiful daughter, and a son on the way. My fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Emerge Literary Journal, Fifty-Word Stories, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, and elsewhere.

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