ASSUMPTIONS

 

ASSUMPTIONS

Eighty per-cent of the passengers on Trudi’s coach tour were well past pension age. “Don’t forget which is your bus!” she said, helping them down the steps, but Gerry had painted it with forgetful elderly clients in mind.

Trudi relaxed in a cafė, confident they could come to no harm in the sleepy French town – they were old, after all!

 An hour later she had to help several bandy-legged customers off the carousel horses, winkle five inebriated gentlemen out of a bar, and prise one protesting lady from the arms of a young Lothario.

 Moral – never make assumptions about the elderly!

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Having just read that 65-79 is the new middle-age, I still squeak into that category, though my Lothario days are over - unless, of course....

I've been absent from Friday Fictioneers since August, dealing with stuff that's stopped me writing anything except the occasional tweet - namely the illness and unexpected death of my husband. He had dementia, but when he went into hospital with an infection we fully expected him to come home. Unfortunately the doctors found he also had cancer, and within ten days he was gone. A shock to us all, but he did save himself from the pain that cancer can inflict - he died before it had begun to trouble him.

Don liked colour and loved wearing bright clothes, so at his funeral people wore their brightest outfits. When I saw this week's photo prompt, I thought how much he would have loved that bus - it would have made a splendid hearse!

I also took it as a sign that now I am alone, I should get on with promoting my latest book, Carousel, a link to which you can find at the top of this page!