The End

Frustration welled up suddenly. It was so unfair. Bill Hayes looked at his hands as if he did not recognise them. Getting old was so unfair. It stripped you of everything that defines you. His wrinkled face and elongated ears bore no resemblance to the man whose wedding photo stared from the sideboard. How would you have felt, to know what you would become? His mind was also in decline. Faces taunted him from photo albums. They were people he once knew well and he could not even recall the fi...