It’s a lovely spring day in the City of Pittsburgh. The Old Soldier went for a nice walk to visit his brother. It was sunny and mild, around 42 degrees.
My brother lives in an assisted-living facility. I’m five years older than he is and every time I visit him I realize how lucky I am to have my health. He has over $15,000 in the bank because he doesn’t do anything or go anywhere and the money keeps building up. He has few visitors.
He was happy to see me.
People Who Need People
Then I marched back home, turned on the radio, put some vanilla cookies with creme in the middle on the low table next to the sofa and took up my favorite position: on my back on the sofa with two fat pillows under my weary head.
Outside, the sun was still shinning and I started to read my new book from the library, The Soldier Kings, The House Of Hohenzollern by Walter Henry Nelson.
The Old Soldier was all caught up in the book when “People” by Barbara Streisand floated over from the radio. I haven’t heard that song in years.
One line of the song goes, “People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world.”
It just made me think of how we writers would be lost without our readers.
This blog is about flash fiction, serious writing and brazen sexuality.
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