Must be 101 Words exactly.
(Mine got rejected for being ‘skittish’. Think it was too off-the-wall for them … I kinda like it though).
Grandad put his face close to ours.
“Don’t mention his …”
The doorbell rang.
“Just don’t, OK?”
I looked at my brother. My brother looked at me.
Grandad straightened his tie. They shook hands at the door. We filed into the living room.
I nudged my brother.
“Do you take tea, Sir?”
The man turned to face him.
“Yes, please, with milk.”
The silence tingled. My brother coughed.
“And, would you care for sugar with that?”
Looking, not looking.
“I don’t,” the man replied, the cramped room swaying, “but my horse here will.”
Grandad closed his eyes.
The shit hit the carpet.