Friday Fictioneers: Cribbage


Charlie crossed his arms, getting bored of staring at his grandpa Ted as he read the paper. He’s always dreaded spending time with his grandfather. Before his mother dropped him off, he whined, “Do I have to? He doesn’t like me very much.”

“Oh, I’m sure he loves you.”

Charlie walked over to the bookshelf. “What’s this?” He pointed at the wooden box.

“Don’t touch that, that’s my cribbage board.”

“What’s cribbage?”

“What’s cribbage?!” Grandpa Ted flung down the paper. “What’s cribbage?” He sighed and muttered, “kids these days,” before demanding, “Pull up a chair, I will show you cribbage.”

(100 words)

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