“Aftershave!” Lars exclaimed, revealing her renowned gift for grandsons. “I was nearly out!”
“Aftershave? No wonder it burns so badly! I mistook it for mouthwash.”
Grandma’s eyes loathed my false confession.
This confessional moment is brought to you courtesy of this weekend’s prompt at Trifextra, the nice folks still making Aqua Velva, and my dearly departed Grandma D.
The Prompt: a thirty-three word confession.