Writing Resolution 6

Okay, I'm going to try another of those one hundred word stories again.

GRANDPA

Grandpa was such a gentle man, so decent that I'd always found him boring. He had no stories to tell, and kept to himself for thirty years after Grandma died. After he too passed away, it was up to my Mom and me to go through his house, deciding what things to keep, what things to sell, what things to throw out. It was Mom who found the door to the secret room, and all the human remains in shoeboxes along the wall, skulls of different sizes neatly lining the shelves. I guess maybe Grandpa wasn't so boring after all.