Note: written for the Free-For-All-Fic-For-All at the AskTheSquishykins tumblr.
Prompt: Kid Jon and Granny fic?
For theload
The Keeny farm was miles from church, and they didn't have a car. So ever since Tom from down the road had gotten his license, he came by every Sunday to pick them up. Usually, Tom's grandma rode with them.
Mrs. Harris was short and fat, with a cloud of wispy white hair and a tiny, smiling mouth. She wore frilly shirts the color of lemons, and smelled like cupcakes and dust. She liked to talk about her grandson, how he did in school, how handsome he was. She would kiss Tom's cheek, and he would turn away in embarrassment. Sometimes she would smooth down Jonathan's hair, or straighten the collar of his hand-me-down suit. Sometimes she gave him peppermints when Granny wasn't looking. Once he drew her a picture, and she hugged him and called him a sweetie.
After Mrs. Harris died, the ride to church was quiet. There were no more peppermints. Sometimes, he would look at Granny and wonder why.