Sixty today. I forced a smile, fighting off the feelings of being old. It didn’t work. Part of me had looked forward to this day, but now that it was here... I think the fear was more dominant. I’d always known that one day I’d reach sixty, now it seemed too soon.
Work had just been a routine day. Perhaps this is what I need, a complete change. No-one at work had even said goodbye. A lone tear rolled down my cheek.
I reached the complex, handed over my card. The perfunctory official simply said, “Re-cycling booth 27”. Too soon.
Work had just been a routine day. Perhaps this is what I need, a complete change. No-one at work had even said goodbye. A lone tear rolled down my cheek.
I reached the complex, handed over my card. The perfunctory official simply said, “Re-cycling booth 27”. Too soon.
