Michael Malone - Weebly

somewhere beyond her, looked bruised, two smears of
soot deep in the sockets. Rubbing his hands along his
calves, her colleague now slowly blew out a sigh. "Well,
what happens? To time, you know? You don't even
notice. All those years. And I never went back. I don't
know why. Never even remembered I'd forgotten it.
The time just went." He gave a quick,
uncomfortable laugh. "Funny, I guess. Reach over to
turn the TV set off for the night. And you look at your
hands. And you see you got old somehow." His hand,
which he held out now, trembled.
"You're tired, Alf. You shouldn't have tried to do
the route today, in the heat and all."
"It was a nice day though, wasn't it? Well, I ought
to go on.
Keeping you here past time." He stood, but his legs
shook, and with a surprised stare he sat down again.
"Guess I am pretty beat, huh?"
"Yes. Don't try to leave just yet. Just rest, catch
your breath.
Would you like me to call your brother?"
"Nah. Don't bother anybody, it's nothing." They sat