“Why not?” Celeste mumbled, trying on a skimpy outfit.
“We’ve gone downhill.”
“Speak for yourself.”
They left the store empty-handed, walking in silence towards their cars.
Martha returned home to see her grandson being dropped off. They decided to play at a community park.
“That was lots of fun, Grandma,” the young boy bubbled. “Can you push me again?”
Martha obliged. She watched him repeatedly whiz down the toboggan hill. Every time he climbed up with his sled he smiled at her.
She had found the tonic to feel young again.