Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter One
- Hamlin
- 7 hours ago
- 10 min read
The dust swirled around Janey's boots as she jumped down from the rusty pickup truck, her feet landing with a soft thud in the driveway. The two suitcases and a worn duffel bag felt heavy in her hands, but her heart was light as she looked towards the house. Her grandfather stood in the doorway, his presence filling the entrance with a familiar weight. The late afternoon sun carved long shadows behind her, and his calloused hand made a small wave before reaching out to meet her own. "Welcome, Janey," he said in a quiet but firm voice. The threshold was warm under her feet as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the worn and homely details that spoke of him so well. He took her suitcase, his grip strong and sure, guiding her into the house that would be hers now too.