Impotent. Gary had never considered the word before, but he suffered the weight of it now. Everyone always thought of it pertaining to s*x, but the word meant helpless, powerless. Unable to take effective action. He finally understood the true significance.
One of the old woman’s gnarled hands lay encapsulated within her son’s grip. Age wasn’t the only thing that caused the wrinkling of her skin. Sickness and death gave the room a lingering underlying odour that Anna had tried to disguise by placing one of those bottles of liquid fragrance fed into the air by hollow reeds in the corner. The scent helped, but one knew the moment one walked in that someone was in the process of dying.
Of course, everyone was dying the moment they were born, and boy, wasn’t he getting morbid today?
Age and
