Gruff had always been a gruff man, not helped by people constantly saying how his name reflected his nature. “You say it ‘Griff’, you English prick,” he would respond.
Sometimes Gruff wished he hadn’t moved moved so far from his home, west of the border. Until he went home, where his wife and children melted his rough manners and changed him each evening.
Gruff could have been anywhere in the world when he was with them, no sense of dislocation did he feel in that bubble. Gruffness was left at the door for another day each time he arrived home.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #393 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Gruff.
Sometimes Gruff wished he hadn’t moved moved so far from his home, west of the border. Until he went home, where his wife and children melted his rough manners and changed him each evening.
Gruff could have been anywhere in the world when he was with them, no sense of dislocation did he feel in that bubble. Gruffness was left at the door for another day each time he arrived home.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #393 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Gruff.
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