We had clambered across another coffee rock after sauntering up the beach, Campbell leading the way. Yet here we were sipping lattes later and from across the room, we look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time. Knowing to others he may be invisible as he has obviously surpassed seven decades. Yet we know him to be fit and alert, seemingly still in his prime.
Whilst others his vintage are left to rot in a home, oft forgot. What does that say about a society that discard their elders. Who lack respect and interest to access their wisdom gained from experiences. Who overlook their collective intelligence and keenness to contribute.
Yet grandkids are often foisted on them regardless of their health. The perfect free babysitters for those too busy to visit … covid stole too many their well-being neglected!
Written for Monday’s Prosery prompt at dVerse.
Kim hosts today, asking us to include the line “From across the room, we look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time” in a piece of flash fiction, exactly 144 words in length. The line is from D. H. Lawrence’s poem Humming Bird.