By Susan Fairfax Reid
They looked like lovers, sitting close together on a wooden bus stop bench near their red brick apartment house. Paul’s gnarled hand squeezed Jean’s thigh affectionately. His wheelchair sat nearby.
Gina smiled while walking by them. “Come here,” Jean cried out to Gina, her voice gravelly from six decades of smoking. “I can’t get him to move his hand.”
“Tell him again,” Gina instructed.
She did.
“Don’t you like it?” 97-year-old Paul asked.
“No.”
Paul put both hands in his lap.
Days later, Paul groped another woman. Today, Paul brought home a sex worker. Police were in his apartment for hours.
Creepy, sad and a very good story.
Awesome, very well written.
A bit grim – good stuff!
Powerful. A grim reminder of assault and desire in advanced age. Keep up the good work, Sue!
Powerful. A bold reminder of sexual desire in advanced age, and the grim ways it can manifest. Keep up the great work, Sue!