Harold winces as he struggles to lock the door of the Arts and Crafts room, located in a secluded spot within the grounds of the Sunny Glen Nursing Home.
He massages a bruise below his eye as he turns to face a packed room of wizened old men.
“I’m looking around, I see a lot of new faces.”
The group stirs. People mutter.
“That means a lot of you are breaking the first two rules of Fight Club.”
Silence. Awkward glances.
Harold swaps out his false teeth for a mouth guard. “Walter, Donny, you’re up first. Lose the carpet slippers.”
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
love it...if a little sad :-(
shaun about 4 years ago
Brilliant. Keep them coming, please.