Grandpapa Stories

"It wasn't her eyes that were hazel. It was her voice." Entered for the #FreeYourShorts contest under the #youngadult category.

I don't think I can ever truly feel at ease anywhere on earth as long as I would be left alone with my mind. Is it possible? Can I escape this torturous loop if I attempt to do so manually? I remember what grandpapa used to tell me about time. He often said "People would wait for when time would tell because they are scared to find out. Those who aren't scared," he'd said "would ask time by themself what it has to say but only if they can handle it. If they feel they can take it they can always ask and time will always at their bid and at any moment, answer." Just like grandpapa said. If I have the guts to ask, time would tell at my bid but now that I do I wish I never knew, what time told.