Extra post: 525 words – Washed up. Those words were burned into her mind’s eye, the only thing she could truly remember from the critic’s corner section of the newspaper. It served no purpose dwelling on it, but her hand sought out the article without thought. She pulled the paper close, griping the sherry glass …
“I’d rather be an old man’s sweetheart than a young man’s fool.” That’s a saying I learned from my mother. She’d mention it from time to time when the topic of dating came up. She’d been with a young man early in life and it took an older man to teach her a little about …