All is tranquil, sleekly efficient, sterile. I’d been visiting my old friend. Now I’m out on the perfectly manicured grounds, pausing on a bench to catch my breath before shuffling off to my car. Passing staffers chirp cheerful good-afternoons. They see gray hair and a cane and make an assumption.
Alex likes to spread his wings and soar.
Do you happen to know Chelsea Gilmore?
I don’t think so.
This is a great. touching piece, with a core word “assumption”, a hypothesis that is bound to be taken for granted. It all depends on who take it. I loved the gray hair and the cane as the attributes to make whatever assumption one would do, in accord to their way of thinking and judging. Again, a great piece of literary work!
As Bette Davis said, growing old isn’t for sissies.