Prosery: Telescope of time

For d’Verse Poets Pub:

The Visit

We were going to meet him again. We hadn’t seen him since we were kids. He was so mean, grouchy, and just seemed like a monster. How could a man like that be the father of someone like our dad? 

Debbie and I walked slowly up the walkway. We could see the curtains move in the window; he must have been keeping an eye out for us. As we got to the door, it opened slowly. 

Standing in the door was a little man, barely five feet tall.  

“Debbie, Michael, it is so good to see you. It has been so long since I have seen any of my grandchildren!”  

Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. He was just a sweet old man. ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.  

“Hi Grandpa!” we said. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

22 thoughts on “Prosery: Telescope of time

  1. I honestly was not expecting the ending! I love that it ends on a positive note and that with time, things and people can surely change for the better. Beautiful and emotional writing.

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    1. I think most of it is really just how kids perceive things. You know if they don’t get everything they ask for you are “mean”…I think age helps take care of some of those misconceptions.


  2. That’s two pieces about grandparents in a row, Christine, and I hadn’t read any in a long while! Yours reminded me of my father’s father, who we thought was mean and grouchy, mainly because that was what we were told – until I spent a few weeks with him and my grandmother and I got to know him better.

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