This and the next drabble are two separate responses to Medie's descendants challenge on EWB_Scribble. Okay, this one isn't quite what she was talking about, but I liked it anyway.
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"The Stories We Tell"
She felt tears in her eyes as she beheld the small crying child, curled in a ball, shutting out the cruel adult world. His grandmother saw her own sadness reflected.
"I'm here, Johnny." She sat on the couch and pulled him into her lap.
"Grandma," he said, raising his red face to hers. "Grandpa's not coming back."
"Yes, dear, I know." She swallowed her own sadness. "But if we remember him, he's not completely gone."
The child sniffled and Hoshi hugged him. "Did your Grandpa Malcolm ever tell you about the time he faced down an entire room of Klingons?"
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"The Stories We Tell"
She felt tears in her eyes as she beheld the small crying child, curled in a ball, shutting out the cruel adult world. His grandmother saw her own sadness reflected.
"I'm here, Johnny." She sat on the couch and pulled him into her lap.
"Grandma," he said, raising his red face to hers. "Grandpa's not coming back."
"Yes, dear, I know." She swallowed her own sadness. "But if we remember him, he's not completely gone."
The child sniffled and Hoshi hugged him. "Did your Grandpa Malcolm ever tell you about the time he faced down an entire room of Klingons?"