Fresh
“Everything in the retirement community was old and worn out. Everything and everyone but him,” thought Lyndelle, looking at the new resident eating lunch with Timothy. He was vibrant. His shirt was a lilac and his pants a crisp white. His socks featured polka dots! He was fresh. He was handsome. The other ladies at her table, her friends, were unconsciously preening, pushing back grey whisps behind their ears, wishing they had put on more makeup or accessorises. Fresh male faces were rare so excitement was high but then the man smiled at Timothy, took and held his hand. Everything went grey again.
