Senior Citizen Center
by
RD Larson


"Please," she snapped.

"I'm in a wheelchair, for God's sake. What's the matter with you? Blind?" The old codger growled.

"Yes, I am. Blind as hell. Maniacal Degenerate. Can't see a damn thing any more." The woman glared at him. Or rather his direction.

"So what?" The man plucked at her robe. "C'mon let's go to the dinning room. They've got stew with cholesterol.