© 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab
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A story about... Age
© 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab |
CHRISTINE | MARG | BRYCE & NAHOYA |
| NAHOYA & BRYCE | ||||
| BRYCE | ||||
| NAHOYA | MARG & BRYCE | |||
| BRYCE & MARG |
When you get old, your thoughts dry up like leaves in the fall. They drift around, subject to gusts and flurries. Sometimes they scurry past so you barely get a glimpse of them. Sometimes one will stop right in front of you, so you can get a good look. Then, just as it's sinking in, making its importance known, CRUNCH! A careless passerby casually stomps it to bits, leaving you gasping.
Of course, age is a relative concept. Some 80-year-olds are quicker than lightning. Sometimes a single day can age you more than multiple years.
| Trauma ages you. My mother's hair was always salt-and-pepper before... | I'll never forget the day I grew old. | I myself am 83. A fine age to discuss memory. |