Ageing

A story about ageing basically! The focus is on an elderly man, perhaps a grandparent of the narrator.

He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.

The slightest movement only increased his load. Eyes closed,

Mouth hanging open.

I’d take his hand in mine, tentatively, not wanting to

Break him. I could hear a river running beneath his breath;

The water slowing down, well on the way to reaching its final destination.

He was ready and willing to wade on in to reach his.