Early in May, giant hailstorms pelted the hills of San Andreas, turning them lush and green as Washington's Olympic Peninsula, but where the old man lived he didn't reap the benefits -- only more weeds between the cracks of the pavement. He kept his mind active; he'd promised himself he'd live the life of the mind when the body failed, focus in on the small things: the beauty of a spider web. The taste of chocolate ice cream, the only thing decent they serve in this stinkin' joint. Yet it was hard not to want to walk towards the water and keep on walking, now that he couldn't read even the large print books.
.... Soon to be available as an ebook story! Watch this space.