“Tell me about Molly, grandfather, please?” Ewan pleaded, as they nestled against the gnarled tree.
Eugene looked into his grandson’s eyes and saw himself many years ago, a curious youth.
“Molly be the first girl I stole a kiss from, red flowing curls, eyes as blue as the ocean, skin like milk, lips the colour of strawberries, aye such a beauty”.
“In fact this very tree is where we kissed.”
Ewan blushed. “Did you hide grandfather, because you were my age, behind the tree, so no one caught you?”
“No”, Eugene laughed, “your grandmother and I never hid our love from anyone”.
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Tell a 100 word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)