/lit/ - Literature

Gram took a long puff of an unfiltered. I looked at her but didn't manage a word. "You know, Eric".
I turned around to the coffee machine and looked out the humid window. "I always watch this show. For almost forty years. It hasn't changed once". Her plants were small, succulents i guess. They sat in betty boop pots and purple mugs. "I've told you a million times, gram". Leaned on the counter, looking towards the screen. "Yeah, yeah, i know".