Senior Fare

Mabel walked home from the food market.

Her bags were full of whatever was on sale to keep her alive.
Taste was relative as these days she couldn’t hear, see, taste or smell.

She could barely walk without her cane.

When the young man grabbed her and pulled her into his dark garage as she passed by his house, she could only reason that it didn't matter, she would be dying soon anyway. Then she came to her senses and knocked him over the head with her trusty cane.

She likes living in his house. It's closer to the market.