Tag: Old age
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Pen Pal
There was an hour before lunch. No activities were planned for right now so Sandra just sat by herself in one of the pseudo-living room areas of the care home. The television was on but the sound was off. She ignored it. She didn’t care much for television anyway. It was all superheroes and explosions…
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Never Lost, Sometimes Found
There was wood needing to be chopped. There was always wood that needed chopping. That was one of the first real hard lessons Rupert had learned. If there wasn’t enough chopped wood when the winter came, then there wouldn’t be enough fires to cook and keep warm. He’d lost three toes and a couple fingers…
Bridge of Broken Glass 