He sat by the window gazing at the distance, like every other day.
This is what life has come to be!
Some were sitting on the couch, some reading a book. Della played on the piano as sweetly as she did all the time.
But he couldn’t accept what life had thrown him into. He got secluded ever since he arrived here. He had developed a tendency to remain silent through the day. He hardly ever spoke. The thought of living in this house made him mad.
The unhinged man was hurt inside, he had a loving wife once. They had a sweet little log cabin by the lake. Their three sons were their world. Now she was gone and the boys had their own lives. They left him here.
Their symbolic phone calls every Christmas disgusted him. He had given his entire life for his family and their well-being. Now no one has time for him!
Linking this post to Three Words Wednesday Week 502. For the prompts Unhinged, Symbolic and Tendency.
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9 comments
Just swinging by with #ThreeWordWednesday … good write! Enjoyed it.
This is so sad.You should always have time for family
I think the really sad part of this is the fear that this could be us somewhere down the line. I won’t deny, this is something I really fear as the decades pass me by.
Very sad to read this.But that has what has happened to many elderly people.
Coincidence! I just penned a similar poem. I have some very strong views about this, I could write a micro-blog here. But all I want to say is this story is a bang on and I think many may learn and rectify their mistakes. At times,old age scares me.
This is really sad. Old age is when we should take care of our parents instead of leaving them alone. BUt sadly not many people understand it.
The pain of the old man is clearly visible and it’s disheartening that his children don’t see this.
I felt a lump in my throat reading. Such a sad state! You brought it up with so much sensitivity.
This is soon turning out to be the reality and sad state of affairs. I simply shudder at this thought. A nicely written fiction, Tina.