[ WP ] A person is able to change the world simply by speaking what they want . Unfortunately , that person has gone senile .

Jenny clutched the banister and snapped her eyes shut. She felt the wood contort and the smooth sanded shape turned to rough bark. Grass shot up past her knees, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the distance. 
 
 “ Die, you bastard! ” said Jenny ’ s grandfather. “ I didn ’ t come to Nam to hold hands and sing Kumbaya! ” 
 
 Jenny opened her eyes. Her grandfather was shirtless with a bandanna tied over his head. A cigar hung from his lip. He shot a rifle three times into the forest. 
 
 “ Grandpa, I wan na go back to the house, ” said Jenny. She crouched low to the ground to avoid any stray bullets. She hated when her parents left her with her grandfather. 
 
 “ Push forward, ” said her grandfather. “ Don ’ t let them escape into the brush. ” Jenny ’ s grandfather tripped on a tree root and smashed into the ground. He rolled over and rubbed the lump forming on his head. 
 
 “ Grandpa. ” 
 
 “ Jenny? Is that you? ” said her grandfather, his eyes still closed. 
 
 Jenny seized the opportunity. “ Grandpa, we ’ re at the house. Remember? ” 
 
 “ Yeah, where ’ s that remote? ” 
 
 The forest shrunk back into the floorboards. Jenny ’ s grandfather regained his plaid shirt. 
 
 Jenny kissed the banister. She popped up and then helped her grandfather to his feet. 
 
 “ What do you say we go into the kitchen and I fix you a tuna sandwich? ” said Jenny. 
 
 “ Tuna? I haven ’ t had tuna since my days on the Pacific. ” 
 
 The walls fell away to jumping white caps and the ceiling exploded into a torrential downpour. Within moments Jenny ’ s shirt was soaked through. The fishing vessel teetered like a drunk stumbling home. Jenny anchored herself to a support beam in the middle of the boat. Her grandfather rushed to the railing. 
 
 “ Grab a line, boys! ” he bellowed into the storm. “ The night ’ s gon na take us to hell, but I ’ m not intending to check in. ”
