Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter Five
- Hamlin
- Apr 23
- 5 min read
Updated: Apr 26
Morning light sliced through the kitchen blinds, sharp and unforgiving, painting the linoleum in stark stripes. Janey stood at the counter, her fingers wrapped tight around a mug of coffee, the steam curling up to sting her eyes. She hadn’t slept—her body still buzzed from last night, a restless ache that lingered in her thighs, her mind replaying the basement in vivid, filthy loops. The house was quiet, too quiet, until the heavy thud of Al’s boots broke it, each step a hammer against her nerves. She didn’t turn, couldn’t, her shoulders hunching as he entered the room, his presence a weight that filled every corner.
