Senior
Fare by Paula Vee
Mabel walked home from the food market.
Her bags were full of whatever was on sale to
keep her alive.
Taste was relative as these days she couldn’t
hear see taste or smell.
She could barely walk without her cane. When
the young man grabbed her and pulled her into his dark garage as she passed by
his house she could only reason that she would be going soon anyway. Then she
came to her senses and knocked him over the head with her trusty cane.
She likes living in his house. It is closer
to the market.
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