Age

He took another look while she sat there, by the half-open curtains, catching the afternoon sun in a most unflattering, even cruel manner. No, this was not what he, so many years back had plucked with eager hands, while being careful not to disturb the others, courtesy would not be wasted on the weeds, as he remembered, vividly how he had partaken of them, as well. There was a mass of jowl jell-o, suspended from the chin, as if the hyoid bone had shat itself. The oval shape of her visage was, to say it with some kindness, Hiroshima, way after, though. He rose and wandered into the fluorescence of the bath. And took a leak, haltingly, it was that ancient geezer of a prostate, man's best curse. Ready to douse the light a fleeting look would do, into the mirror. Blink. Detouring to the pantry he poured some red, first for her, then for himself. 'Here's to your health', he sang, with just a bit of humour. She looked much better already, sure did.