By Mae Bell
In the day, the music next door would be Honey or the Xanders, drums and loud guitars. The overheard music has a similar rhythm. In the day, Albert might have wandered over and joined the party. In the day, his wife might have woken to suggest their own rock and roll session.
It isn’t the day. He’s old. Alone. His party days are long-ago memories.
He’d been copacetic at midnight; kids will be kids and the pill kicked in so he slept. But he’s unhappy now. It’s almost four o’clock. He’s calling the police.
In the day, this is how parties ended.
This is vey sad, actually. He is dealing with both age and loneliness, and he is not the same person he used to be. I enjoyed it!
Thank you for sharing!
Thanks for reading.
What a sad commentary on ageing. I liked the structure, the repetition of ‘in the day’ worked well and made for an effective ending . Thank you for sharing
Thank you. FYI – I began with ‘the beat goes on’ as the repeated phrase – but that’s a song title and there can be issues.