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Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's prompt is Locked.
George reflected that one of the few good things about growing old was the measured pace of it; at least his body didn’t behave like some perverse race car, accelerating from 20 to 65 in a matter of minutes.
Still, he recognized the signs as they appeared with increasing frequency: problematic jar lids, too distant bathrooms, stairs that stretched before him like the
He took his Glucosomine with a renewed dedication, increased his trips to the Y, cut back sharply on red meat, and learned to enjoy red wine.
He installed taller, more “accessible” toilets, grab bars in the shower, and a push-button lock for the front door that used a lever rather than a difficult-to-grasp doorknob.