1500 words Women's Fiction
You can't expect others to keep rules you break or to win battles you have no intention of fighting.
My name is Matthew King; no one calls me that though. My parent’s called me Mattie right from the start. That’s what my wife, God rest her, called me too. The lads, when I joined up called me ‘Super’ on account of the super king sized cigarettes I’d smoke whenever I got hold of them. Usually it was just roll ups, but you know the military, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. Most often these days I’m called Gramps. That suits me just fine; I’m pleased that my daughter’s boy spends so much time with me.