Lost Life

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The old man and the boy slowly walked into the old factory facility even though there was a “No Trespassing” sign.

The boy said, “Why have you brought me here? There’s nothing I can do.”

”I worked here for 24 years. Then, they closed it up. I didn’t get my retirement. You’re going to help me get it going again.”

The old man’s eyes were wild in his head. His hands were shaking. The boy came to the old man.

”Grandfather, it’s gone. There’s nothing we can do.”

He put his arms around him. The old man shook and cried.

 

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Photo Credit J Hardy Carrell

 


Rosemary Carlson

Business Consultant and Freelance Writer
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6 thoughts on “Lost Life

  1. You give us a tale with pathos and love. It’s nicely written; the characters are believable, and we warm to the grandson. I bet he wept with his grandfather.

  2. It’s difficult to let go having given his life to something like this. As an antidote, my story features a similar elderly gentleman with a different reaction!

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