Ideabird 9/28/12

He'd had a long life, served in WWII, raised his family, grandkids and seen a couple of great-grandkids. But he hurt everywhere, constantly. And since his wife died, he didn't see the point of anything. He hadn't been happy in years. The cancer was a blessing, and the hospice nurses were at least quiet. But he didn't die. Whatever concotion of drugs and household chemicals interacted with his tired genes, he got better. Then he got younger. Within a year he was physically a young man of 23. But a life of habits and thought patterns don't change overnight, and she was still gone.

© Tony Jonick 2013