Funny the ideas that can come to you at the end of an evening. A one hundred word conversation piece about the blurred edges of memory.
I hope you enjoy it.
“I found the Sword of Damocles. I always knew that damn thing was real.”
“But me no buts. Lie me no lies. Ha! I found something. What was it again?”
“The Sword of…”
“Ha! Yes! The fabled sword. Actually it was more of a dagger really. Sting they called it. Belonged to a nice chap with big feet. Kept disappearing. The big footed chap I mean. Bigfoot. I think that was his name…”
“How about a nice cup of tea Grandpa?”
“Yes. Tea. That’s the ticket. You greatly remind me of my boy. Are you a friend of his?”