So There's This Senior Citizen Novels & Stories

His reputation cracks—right on camera. --- I take a moment to help an elderly lady—massaging her leg while pretending to be a “normal citizen.” I press pressure points just so: “Thank you, dear. The market’s half a mile that way—bargain 20%,” grandma said. As I stand and walk away, the chat floods again: “Mia’s a user—does 5 seconds of massage, walks away!” “Disgusting—using elders for clout!” *********

As Adriana glanced at Calvin’s cold, sharp profile, she rubbed her brow in frustration. Oops... how could I forget about him? “Just got here. No rush—be safe on the road.” Adriana pursed her lips, considering how to politely decline. “Senior David, this…” What’s with all these seniors? Aidan wasn’t enough? How many seniors does she have? Calvin suddenly spoke. “Who is it? What’s going on?” Adriana quickly covered the receiver and whispered, “I asked my senior to find an acquaintance—someone who’s also a lawyer…”

“Duh! Mom…” “Okay, I am leaving. Your lunch is ready, come downstairs after talking to him,” she said and walked to the door. I glanced at my cell phone when she suddenly said, “and I am serious. Call him for lunch some other day. Dinner can also work.” “Mom! For god's sake, he is just my senior,” I mumbled in annoyance. “Seniors are even better. They can take care of you well,” she quipped. “Mom, are you serious?”

Anytime i talked to him, he acted as if i was being a pest so i stopped talking to him. After all, it was the beginning of our new lives as seniors. He had new friends and a new life and I didn't want to be the one to ruin it, so I decided to move on with my life. after all, we're still classmates. "I'm sorry if I seemed occupied or busy or whatever. its actually not my fault. Honestly, when we got into ss1, you seemed to have drifted away. anytime I talked to you, you seemed uninterested and you acted like I was bothering you. i didn't want to be the one to spoil your new life as a senior." I told him.

He told me it just somehow happened and even his parents who adopted him when he was a kid are angry for him to distance himself like this but they got used to it. “Yeah! I am glad she is working under you, Sir. She is very good at studies and seeing my two favorite people like this makes me happy.” Senior commented smiling. “You are being happy for so many things.” Sir mumbled and I frowned hearing those words. “Here is my number, Haritha.” Senior passed my phone back after noting down his number when we finished were about to leave as he needs to catch his flight. I waved at him when he sat inside the cab and he waved back before the cab was out of our sight.

“My mom is getting on in years. It would be great if she had some place to go during the day, other than just sitting at home, but the center is hardly ever open, and when it is, the activities are not what they could be.” “I agree,” Bob said, which surprised Brady. He hadn’t expected Bob to agree with anything he had to say. “We definitely need to see about changing the hours at the senior citizens center and giving our older folks more to do. Won’t be long until I’ll be looking for something like that myself.”

"Everyone, relax! Once my granddaughter posted that video, she got scared! We're definitely getting answers today! If she doesn't agree to our demands, we'll keep making noise!" "Yeah! Make her give back the subsidies!" "We have to have seafood! I haven't had shrimp in so long!" The whispers and muffled laughter mixed together, as though it were a victory celebration waiting to begin. Maisy Fletcher had also come. She wore a stylish dress and perfect makeup, standing out clearly among the group of elderly people in their plain clothes. She held her phone, live-streaming and smiling charmingly for the camera. "Folks, I'm here at the scene right now. You guys see this? All these seniors are he

He asks me, motioning to a man coming our direction. I shake my head no. "Let me introduce you." He waves hello to the incoming senator. "Senator, this is Cara Savio. She runs Savio Mattresses." The senator shakes my hand. His firm is firm and strong. He's an older man as most politicians are, with silver hair and pale blue eyes. I'm always wary of men called senator, and even though he looks nice enough, I won't trust him farther than I can throw him. "It's very nice to meet you, Senator." I smile.

Just as she was about to stammer out an explanation, she heard a voice break through the tension. "I'm sorry, she... she’s been confused lately," Sebastian’s calm voice floated into the room, and Juniper turned, desperate for a lifeline. He stepped in with a slight frown on his face, the tension in his posture only slightly easing the suffocating air between them. "This is our grandmother. She suffers from dementia and keeps forgetting things. She kept insisting on meeting Sophia, so I brought her here."

Lexi snorted in amusement, "Goddess, just how crusty do you have to be in order to be a Senior Elder? Elders are already ancient enough aren't they?" "Oh, not too crusty, my dear," A cheerful voice came suddenly from the doorway as Bartholomew entered. "Although I will admit, I did think that by the time I had reached this age, I almost certainly thought that I might rustle a little." He chuckled.