So There's This Senior Citizen Novels & Stories

He also knew that what he had done last night had disappointed the old lady. Pursing his thin lips, he said, "Grandma, I know that everything you do is for my good, but grandma, there are some things that can't be rushed." "What's the rush?" Since William had made it clear, there was no need for the old lady to continue to be sentimental. She simply said, "I am 90 years old, and I don't know how many days I can live. Maybe I will take off my shoes tonight, and I may not be able to wear them tomorrow morning. I want to see you happy and happy before I close my eyes!"

gushed Sam, “ he was really nice and showed me where the baked good were. He also gave me a lift to the town hall and taught me how to set up for the event. It was really fun being in his company, because he was quiet and very respectful. I also saw one of the elders, Elder Jonathan I think his name was. He looked like he was 200 years old, and he spoke very smartly. And he moved sharp too. I also saw Eileen, school teachers and children, and a few teenagers.” Charity nodded, “Yeah,if he looked that old, it was definitely Elder Jonathan. He refuses to give up and die, but he's cool. Sounds like it wasn't a really big meeting then, huh? ”

“I-I'm scared of dying...” Ms. Young's voice cracked upon her confession, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The seventy-year-old matriarch of the Young Family from the real-estate business had once again visited our hotel to avail my service. It's not a secret that I'm quite a star among widowed, old maiden, and all sorts of female guests who were senior citizens. I'm in charge of them in terms of pampering, listening, and comforting.

Charlie asked in surprise, “What is wrong with Senior University? Isn’t that just a university for the elderly and the senior citizens?” Jacob had a gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Don’t you know that there are a lot of old men who have no wives at Senior University? They are just a bunch of nasty old men who are not there to learn or enrich themselves! They are simply there to look for a wife and companion!” After he was done speaking, Jacob said nervously, “Your Aunt Hall is so beautiful. Wouldn’t all the old men be interested and constantly thinking about her?” Charlie laughed before he said, “Then, can you stop people from thinking about her?”

I knock on the door as I hear small thumps coming from the inside. “Good afternoon, Jamie,” I greeted an elder around 80 years old, with large glasses, a floral skirt and a white blouse, with a cane right beside her. “Hello dear,” She says as she looks towards the bag. “I see you got my gift.” “Yes, thank you. You don’t have to buy me gifts. You should take care of yourself.” She shakes her head, “I can take care of myself. That’s just a tiny gift. I know how much you love oranges.”

“The world is so much bigger than the walls of your office.” “I do things worth doing,” Senior replied shortly. “I have no need for frivolous, pointless pursuits.” “Perhaps you’d be less miserable if you went out every now and then,” Logan continued. “Perhaps visit a park, or even the theater. When was the last time you went to a show?” I could see what Logan was driving at. Senior had never been a kind father or grandfather, but he had at one time at least been a decent employer, according to his own staff. Something changed in him, hardened him.

They couldn't help but ask: "What’s with all this protégé talk?" The elder mystics in the group started commenting. "I’m over eighty years old; it’s not suitable for me to be a fan calling someone my bias; so, I’ll just be a senior supporter." Others followed suit. "I’m seventy-eight this year; I can only be a senior supporter too." "I’m almost ninety, so calling her my bias would be inappropriate. I’ll be a senior supporter." "I’m ninety-six this year, officially a senior supporter." "Even though I’m only sixty-eight, I’ll be a senior supporter."

the old man stuttered feeling nervous. “Why all this nonsense? Let’s go to the police station," the stranger suggested, his tone steady and stern. “They will check the CCTV footage for you and can see who is really at fault, and will punish the real culprit. What do you think of this option, Mr. Senior citizen?"

Senyor Saturnino's gaze fell on the child before shifting to me and the firm grip Lazarus had on my waist. "Daddy, Uncle Laki said that Grandpa is a senior citizen," my son blurted out while still holding on to Lazarus' thigh and looking up at him. "What is a senior citizen, Daddy?" I noticed Senyor Saturnino's forehead crease. He looked at the child, observing him closely, especially his face. "Sh, Zon baby, come here," I called out to him. He immediately followed, so I sat him back on the sofa. He didn't want to stay put, so I sat beside him.

Senyor Saturnino's gaze fell on the child before shifting to me and the firm grip Lazarus had on my waist. "Daddy, Uncle Laki said that Grandpa is a senior citizen," my son blurted out while still holding on to Lazarus' thigh and looking up at him. "What is a senior citizen, Daddy?" I noticed Senyor Saturnino's forehead crease. He looked at the child, observing him closely, especially his face. "Sh, Zon baby, come here," I called out to him. He immediately followed, so I sat him back on the sofa. He didn't want to stay put, so I sat beside him.