The old man stared down at his lonely plate with its
lonely fork, knife and glass. This was going to take
some getting used to with Ann gone. He contemplated
the empty looking table with a growing depression,
which he shook off. Things weren't so bad. He might
have lost his wife and a few of his senses to time,
but at least he could still cook for himself.

He took a bite of his steak, it was cold. Had he let
his dinner set for too long, or had he forgotten to
turn on the burner? No, his mind was fine, he couldn't
be losing that yet.

He smiled as he chewed the cold steak. He was glad
that he hadn't lost his teeth yet either.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.07.2011

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