grandpa’s hobby

She tried not to think of what grandpa did at the end of the garden. Better that way. Even when the smell of sour mash reached the back door.

She was going down with a clean batch of mason jars. Into recycling, Grandpa regularly asked if she would run them through the washer.

One of the sheriff’s cars bumped along the road. 

“Hi, John. Ain’t seen you ‘round for a while.”

“Time to go talk to your grandpa,” he said.

Smiling he held up a mason jar. “Do my own recycling these days.” {word count: 93}

Written for Friday Fictioneers, 8 May 2015

 

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11 thoughts on “grandpa’s hobby

  1. gahlearner May 10, 2015 / 5:24 pm

    Fun story. I like their kind of recycling. :)

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    • phylor May 11, 2015 / 12:11 am

      I thought today’s moonshiner would be more eco-aware. ;-) Wonder if the left over sour mash makes good compost?

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      • gahlearner May 12, 2015 / 6:19 am

        It should. I live in an area with many vineyards, and the vintners collect the dregs in large heaps, compost it, and then use it to fertilize their vineyards. The boiling for the moonshine won’t affect that.

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  2. Claire Fuller May 8, 2015 / 8:47 am

    Yes, she knows, as does the whole police force no doubt! Nice story.

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    • phylor May 8, 2015 / 9:31 am

      Especially if they have a good nose! Can’t miss the smell, :-)

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    • phylor May 8, 2015 / 8:03 am

      It’s amazing how much folks in rural areas will know about each other! Glad you liked Grandpa’s hobby!

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  3. rochellewisoff May 7, 2015 / 11:50 am

    Dear Phylor,

    Whether she thinks about it or not, I’d say she knows what Grandpa does. ;) Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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