Dale watched her grandfather rebuilding the lawnmower. Moments earlier the machine groaned as the blades crashed against the garden’s rocky edge.
“Pass the wrench.” Grandpa hollered.
Dale grabbed the tool from the kit running her hands along the time-weathered edges. She was certain her grandfather had taken this instrument into battle on many occasions.
The worn surfaces fit her grandfather’s hand perfectly. He wielded it with precision, as though it were an extension of his arm. Any hope the chores were done dashed as she supervised her Grandpa’s work. She knew the machine would be running in no time.
Written for Carrot Ranch Literary’s November 18 Flash Fiction Challenge. (Theme: Tools, Count: 99)
Photo credit: Oxa Roxa via Unsplash.
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I hope she is learning from Grandpa. Nice story.
Thank you. They should all be learning from Grandpa, but are they?
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The diminishing art of fixing machines by hand. And grandchildren doing chores! Thank you for joining us at Carrot Ranch!