Category Archives: old age

Memory Lane

Posted on June 28, 2021 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her dad is eighty eight,  not in the best of health: there is no choice: he must go to a home. The daughter is worried but her day is filled with work and battling through the grind of middle age. … Continue reading →

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The Solitary Road

Posted on July 24, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

It was in the way he drank: time was not in short supply for this gentleman who sipped at his glass and studied the wall ahead for things to contemplate: a solitary figure in a near-empty bar, an afternoon drinker, … Continue reading →

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Last First Kiss

Posted on January 4, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

When I met her she felt her beauty was a recollection: her power to attract, she feared, long since gone and she was defenceless against the scrutiny of those less charitable than herself. She was a drunk in a bar at some … Continue reading →

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Reflections On A Bridge

Posted on September 15, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

“What’s that about Sid” I heard someone ask. We were sitting in the café, mulling over events or the lack of them, (purpose can drift out of your life with age,) and his name came up. “What about him?” said … Continue reading →

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On The Passing Of My Aunt

Posted on May 2, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

In every family and in every community there will always be iconic figures and in my family “Missie” or Aunt Sylvia, to use her formal name, gave us a towering example of how to navigate the oceans of life regardless … Continue reading →

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The Bravest Man I Knew And A Beer

Posted on February 8, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

“Was he the last man alive,” I asked myself. He who’d walked another life than mine; climbed mountains I would never see but whose eyes lit up with understanding when I talked. You do not have to be young to be … Continue reading →

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The Non-Committal Scandal

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

There is an envelope with her final letter. There is a man to whom it was addressed. There is a world which does not seek his memories, or family to thank him for his time. Karen Black who took his … Continue reading →

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One Last Tryst

Posted on November 4, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

When I met her she felt her beauty was a recollection: her power to attract, she feared, long since gone and she was defenceless against the scrutiny of those less charitable than herself. She was a drunk in a bar at some … Continue reading →

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Down At The Fossils Club

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I go there once a week on Thursday afternoon’s with what I call my spending money. That is the money which is not taken up with just surviving, although that makes me far from unique I know. Down at the … Continue reading →

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The Dating Adventure of Rocky Marshmallow

Posted on January 8, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Rocky was easing himself inside his treasured Elvis jacket made from beautiful white leather, created in the days when it still thought civilised to use such materials, complete with tassels and was smiling to himself. Two reasons: he could remember going to see … Continue reading →

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