A Bit of Flash Fiction
No one sees ghosts at a funeral.
I’ve been a Lolly for a year. A year? Who can believe this? Not this Lolly or her associated Pop. A year? It can’t be. Time flows faster the older I get. Yes, I said it. It’s the closest you’ll get to a public admission that I might be getting older. Not old, Darrin. Older. …
I love being a Lolly. So much so that I’ve put a friend of mine to work making all sorts of cute “grandma” stuff. Things like this sign: And these shirts (Pop and I both have them): And the best thing about being a Lolly is I only get to be MORE of one. Well, …
For those of you who found your way here thanks to my First Time Lolly hashtag on Instagram, welcome. This is the sort of post you were hoping to see since it details my recent adventures in babysitting. Mostly, it’s just a forum for the proud #firsttimelolly to show off a dozen pictures of the …