Grandma's Little Secret

Flash Fiction Friday #10

The old camera had been in a box for decades, the pictures never developed, and now with the prints in his hand his blood ran cold from looking at the images that came from it. Here was Grandma in her prime and she wasn't handing out milk and cookies in these pictures. She was turning tricks with her ankles behind her ears or hanging onto the headboard for dear life. There was a mailman in the first photo who was delivering a package. In the second, a doctor was taking her temperature and he wasn't using a thermometer. Then came the gas station attendant who was there for a fill up and looked like he knew how to handle his pump. Each picture was a little more lewd than the last, but when he arrived at the last one of his high school English teacher, he gasped. Mr. Anderson wasn't there to grade her paper, but she did look like she had to stay after school for some naughty prank she had pulled. Here was Grandma in crisp black and white and she was ringing his school bell!

He always wondered why he managed to pass English in high school and never did any of the homework. He sat in shock. This wasn't the Grandma he knew. The Grandma who helped out at the soup kitchen and played cards on Sunday afternoon with the other old ladies in the neighborhood. Here was Grandma as a flagrant hussy who peddled her ass for money and favors! He shook his head as if to dismiss the perverse images from his mind. "I'll ask her about it when I go see her at the rest home on Tuesday," he thought as he shoved the pictures in the back of the desk drawer.

He glanced at his watch, "Time to go. Those ho's ain't gonna pimp themselves." He felt sheepish about seeing Grandma like that and the fact that in his line of work, he conned a lot of young pretty girls into doing the same thing. "Oh well," he consoled himself, "I guess I'm just keeping up the family business!"