Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone In the nearest town and close to all amenities such as hospitals and funeral parlours my wife and went to look at an elderly people’s hotel where people of a certain age get a small flat to live in, yet it has a café for the social evening with where young ladies who have gone to university and studied geriatrics, sing and give the recital of something suitable not to offend and often a priest comes around and talks about Jesus. Sunny Lodge the place was called, and we thanked the manager we should think about it and was given brochures to read. Driving home my wife cried, she has a daughter who is no quite there I have no offspring we decided to live in our cottage as long as possible egoistically, I hoped to die before her it would save me the funeral and sorting out and throwing away my private collections of bleakly second-grade poetry, blowing in the dusty wind of forgotten time.