This picture is Julia’s challenge this week, no word limit, although I’m thinking she thought there might be less and not more. It’s a birthday card for her son … I think she’s expecting some humourous inside messages … sorry. I put fingers to keyboard and this is what emerged – 137 words. And. just so we’re clear? I wouldn’t put this in a birthday card, to my son, or anyone else – somehow this transformed into a comment on aging.
Sweetie, when you reach my age, you become invisible. People stop looking. The young ones, they don’t see me at all. They brush past me in a crowd without so much as an ‘excuse me’; like they were first in line and I haven’t been here for a cat’s age.
Once I was a blond with long silky hair that danced when I walked, and people turned to watch me go by. Once I could see through unclouded eyes all the wonders in the world, in sharp focus and fine detail. I walked erect, with pride and confidence, like I had more future than past. Now I resort to this, just so people don’t trip over me, so that they are aware of my presence, even if they don’t see me.