Grandma Death
Today after work, I was catching the bus by Superstition Springs mall. I was heading out the Macy's exit for the bus depot when I saw a little old lady with a cane. She was standing by the front doors, inching towards them slowly. Shuffling along. On my way out, I stood and held the door for her. Just like my Dad taught me. "Thank you, young man." She said.
After slowly walking past me she stopped and turned back to me with a worried expression.
"Can you just help me down this little ramp?" her eyes were wide.
"Of course."
She held onto my wrist, with my hand dangling loosely. Like I had a balloon's string tied around my wrist. Once she was down the ramp, she just kept walking. I'm taking her all the way, I reckon. We walked in silence. Besides the remark while passing down the ramp that she made,
"I can't thank you, enough..."
"It's quite alright ma'am." She looked so scared and worried. It shook me from the inside. I could feel it. She was really uncertain.
Finally we reached her gold Oldsmobile, and that's when she said it. With her hand on my shoulder and her eyes locked onto mine.
"Honey, don't you ever get old. Not if you can help it. It's no fun."
And I watched her unlock the door and slowly slump behind the tinted windows.
Do I have a sign on my forehead that just says,
'Warn Me About The Horrors Of Old Age.'
Or what?