The Damaged

One lady (married for fifty years), tells her husband that she is too young to marry him. “Put that away Mr. Gonzalez!” Once again he has allowed a green leaf to dangle from his dying tree. This place is a home for the dreams bodies make when thoughts sleep. Watchers guard their mortal forms stimulate with group activities, but these are the last of the talkers and walkers, their words borrowed from long past conversations, before they grew blind to the moment. They will live until scant words fail or bodies fall, for now they are guided gently here and there until eventually laid down to wait between day and night. Only then at that last - when they are least will their eternal minds reclaim them, raise them beyond all this world can offer and loan.