There was always white smoke coming off my grandfather’s body.


    Of course he wasn’t actually on fire. There was no heat or smell either.


    I never checked, but I was probably the only one who could see it.


    Anyway.


    My grandfather always came to greet us grandchildren with a big smile, but there was always white smoke coming off his body.


    He was a kind and gentle grandfather, but in my childlike mind I was so terrified of him, I hate going to visit my grandparent’s house.


    When my grandfather died, white smoke started to come off my father’s body.


    Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.Naturally he wasn’t actually on fire. There was no heat or smell either.


    I never checked but perhaps my father was also able to see the smoke that came off my grandfather’s body.


    My father and I started having dinner and drinks together like he and my grandfather did.


    The other day, my father died.


    I realised that white smoke was coming off my body.


    My younger sister’s son, who’s entering elementary school next year, looked at me and started crying that I was on fire.


    Perhaps that child can also see.