Pensioner Stories

Tiny beads of perspiration formed on Stephen's brow as he stepped off the bus into the rare March heat. It had been an extraordinarily long day, and week, for that matter, and he was so thankful for this being his last house call of the day; in just forty-five short minutes, he would be free to enjoy a weekend of sleep, television and junk food. His aching feet throbbed from within their constraints at the thought. He tru...