This is in response to the latest Microcosms prompt
When I was 8 Granny said her best superpower was blowing smoke rings. She blew one at the policewoman, WPC Ridsburn.
‘You know you can’t smoke here.’
‘Fascist.’ When granny used words like ‘fascist’ or ‘health nazi’ about anyone stopping her smoking indoors they called her rude or arrogant.
The WPC knew granny. We often ended up in the police station back then. She wore the look like mum got when she said a migraine was coming on. ‘Audrey, why break into the petting farm? With your granddaughter?’
‘We needed to hide. They were after us.’
Granny gave me a nudge. Granny said it was where our new secret lair was and we needed to check it out. Finding secret lairs was another of granny’s superpowers. The last one, behind the rubbish bins at Sainsburys, had been boxed in after we were caught making a bonfire to cook the sausages. Granny’s cooking was not one of her superpowers.
‘Megan is 8. You know the social services will take an interest.’
‘Phooey. Intellectual Neanderthals.’ Back then granny said knowing long words was a superpower but I think she enjoyed making others feel inferior.
We waited in reception for mum to collect us. I fingered the rip in my Pikachu bag, failing to stop the tears. Granny said, ‘We’ll tell your mum you did that getting into the farm’ which would be another fib since it was the girls at school who did it, when they hit me. I didn’t understand why they hated me back then. They called us a ‘weird’ family.
She rubbed the tears away. ‘So how will you remember today?’
I managed a smile. ‘Breaking and entering.’
That was granny’s best superpower back then: changing those bad memories into good ones.