By Robin Ray
Tomasso owned loneliness like models own mirrors. At seventy-nine years old, with poor vision and hearing, an unnecessary eddy trapped him. He’d lived in this senior facility for a year, but the shackles of solitude eroded his ankles dermis by dermis.
I returned to this garden of elderly delights at 6 p.m. after my doctor diagnosed me with ennui. He claimed there was a cure, but Medicare won’t cover the prescription.
Entering the building, I saw Tomasso standing at the entrance to the empty dayroom.
“Anyone here?” he asked.
I should’ve approached him. Now who’s the one trapped in an eddy?
So sad, loneliness and wasted opportunity. Well written.