Time
Left in a quiet spot near the beach, Grandfather peered from his wheelchair and saw a young woman walking in the surf.
Girl, he called grouchily. D'you know what time it is?
The girl turned. I don't know. I don't keep track of time.
That's damned stupid, he told her.
It is? Why? I don't want to know. Time constricts.
I've lived a long time. I'm not constricted.
Yes, you are. You're broken, she said softly.
Wheel me back to the hotel, you impertinent--
Evelyn obeyed, but Grandfather was suddenly silent. The beach was more pleasant when it was quiet.
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