Hooper doesn’t like his paternal grandmother.
She’s a mean woman with a vicious tongue.
According to his mother when the old bag was first introduced to baby Hooper she recoiled from the crib, announcing he had an evil smile.
Hooper stares at his mirrored reflection.
Perhaps, she had a point.
This is the one-hundred-and-eighty-second story in the series of Humpbuckle Tales. Each story is precisely 50 words long. They are meant to be independent stories, but if you read them all you will find each one adds another piece to the puzzle – there is a bigger story that is being told.
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You will find over 70 more Humpbuckle Tales on the @humbuckletales Hive blog (so this blog is about 6 weeks behind)
On Hive I publish 12 stories per week (Monday to Saturday one story per day and then six 50-word stories in one post on a Sunday).
On HumpbuckleTales.com I also publish 12 tales a week but at a different schedule (and about 6 weeks behind): 2 Tales every day, Monday-Friday and 1 Tale on Saturday and 1 Tale on Sunday.