Flash Fiction #59 – Forever Young

90-year-old Vivi holds to the bannister

as she travels down the staircase.

It’s marble, but her creaking bones

make them sound like wooden ones.


What she’d do to be young again.

“Let me help you,” says a rugged man’s voice.

A young, most exquisitely handsome man

takes her hand.

There\’s a twinkle in his eyes.

Vivi forgets her age.

The liver spots on the hand he holds fade.

Nothing hurts as he escorts her down. 

“Thank you,” she says as he releases her. 

Her age spots return,

but she’s never old again.

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