I met a 22 year old

She was absolutely gorgeous and that’s all that needs to be said. If I was thirty, forty…OK, fifty years younger, I’d have made a move. But, you know, she wasn’t interested in wrinkled old me. Besides, I was liable to throw my back out in bed with her. Still, I smiled and invited her in. I didn’t care about the whales, mercury in the water, finding Jesus or whatever she was looking for. I was just happy for the company. I pretended she was actually interested in me. I was happier than I’d been in years, since she had died.

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Title by: Summerita
Story by: Quintin

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