The big toe on his right foot had swollen to twice the normal size.
I looked at him with questioning eyes.
“We were playing Brazil last night. I got the ball for myself,” my grandfather said , grinning childishly.
I couldn’t help smiling.
He had dreamt of , and played for his favourite football teams in his sleep. Again !
I sighed and started massaging his toes slowly with his favourite balm.
“But this was worth it,” he said, as I finished.
“What ? This swelling ?”, I asked.
“ Yes, I scored the winning goal”, he winked and chuckled, as I broke into a laughter.
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# True Story :)
Linking this to Write Tribe's 100 Words on a Saturday.
