He shuffled about on carpet slippers, thinking about all the loss in his life, he looked hard at the photos on the mantlepiece, he had to squint a little as his eyesight was not the same.
He thought about his comrades the ones that fell in battle, and Betty the girl he left behind, he never did find out what happened to her. Betty with the sparkling blue eyes, eyes that could light up a room.
He packed up his belongings, there was not much to show for sixty nine years, just a few momentos. Times were hard now and he couldn't afford the rent.
The council had found him a residential home, he was grateful at least he won't have to sleep in a shop doorway, not tonight anyway.
It felt like the end now, he had seen so much and done so little. Life had always been hard, but he always got through the rough parts with the help of his friends, but now it was just lonely they had left this world, he had buried too many already.
Jean, his dear wife, cancer took her five years ago and then the emptiness took hold.
Norman sat down on his favourite chair and waited for the nice woman from the council to pick him up.
He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift away to happier times...
A/N Apologies for Any grammatical errors...just trying something new.
