By Bud Pharo
George shook off the cold as he entered the waiting area. “Hey, we must take the same train to work,” he said to Frank, the thirty-something man he’d seen during yesterday’s commute.
“No, I have a medical appointment. I’m still looking for work,” Frank replied.
“So, no luck yet?”
“Unfortunately, since retirement, I haven’t found much demand for my military skills.”
Frank expected the near-universal civilian response, “Thank you for your service.” Instead, George said, “Wow, you’re so lucky to be retired.”
“Yes, I’m much luckier than so many others,” Frank said as he removed the glove covering his prosthetic hand.
Like growing old. So many don’t get the chance.
Thank you for reading my story.
Well done. Masterful tail of the irony of sadness.
(Edited) Well done. Masterful tale of the irony of sadness.
Irony and sadness sum it up quite well.
Thank you.