When I Sixty Four Novels & Stories

Their laughter drifted down the street. She suddenly collapsed onto the ground and cried until she had no strength left. … In the early hours of the morning, a plane bound for the south slowly took off. Xena sat by the window and looked at the dark city below. She let out a soft sigh. The chains that had bound her for sixty years were finally gone. In this life, she would live only for herself.

It doesn't stay if you don't show it enough respect by dedicating a chunk of your time to it. I was too busy building all throughout my late twenties into my thirties and all throughout it. Now, in my forties, it just feels like it has passed me by. I am forty four, if I father a child now, I would be in my sixties when they get to twenty.

“No​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.” On the drive home,​ without⁠ Zara, the ca‌r feels e⁠mpty. “T⁠hree down,” Amon says. “Three to go.” “We’re gett​in⁠g old.” “⁠We’re fo‌rty⁠-six and forty-four. Not ol​d.” “We have a​dul⁠t ch⁠i‍l⁠dre‍n. That’s old‌.”

Sera said. “Five was learning,” Helena said. “Learning the paragraph. Learning section four and six. Learning what the engineering was and why precision mattered. Six is different. Six is the year I start understanding the shape of what I am going to build. Not building yet. Understanding what needs to be built.” “What does it need to be,” Sera said.

# LENA I am at St. Catherine's by six thirty. My mother is already there in yesterday's scrubs, a cold coffee in her hand, the particular stillness of someone running on no sleep and sheer will. I sit beside her. I swap the cold cup for the one I brought. We look at each other and say nothing because we have built a whole language out of not saying things in hard places.

He burst out laughing as he pointed at V6. " V4!! What the heck?! What if she gets pregnant!! " I exclaimed. " Huh? Hey, Brat. Didn't I already teach you this?" V4 asked. " What?" " ..... Oh... I guess I didn't. ... you aren't old enough yet, Brat." " I'm 19 alright!! How can I not be old enough?! I already old enough to access the labyrinth library!!" " Well, this isn't a killer learning area!"

He's smiling at me. "Dad?" I gasp. "Are you okay now?" He shook his head. "I'm weak. I feel old already." He says with a sad smile. I nod. A 64 year old man can be described as old. But trust me, my dad doesn't look old. He looks like someone in his mid forties. "You'll be fine, I assure you." He lets out a chuckle and I'm taken aback. "I'm not so sure about that. I think it's my time. I need to rest from all of these happening."

This careful, incremental belonging — she had no frame for it. Day fourteen of sixty. Forty-six to go. She was still counting — but tonight it felt less like a countdown and more like keeping track of something she wanted to remember.

Something told him they were real, just like the ass lifted off the bed. Her comment she was as old as her father had hit him hard in the gut. Forty had not been a good year for him and forty-one was not much better if he were honest. Forty-two was around the bend, six months away and he contemplated his grandfather’s words. He had hoped for his family to find love like he’d had with his grandmother, and it wasn’t too late.

"Don't give me that face. It's part of life, you are sixty-five now." "You're not too far behind," Leon speaks up, "you just turned sixty." "Jeez we are old," I mutter and we both laugh, "I love you arschloch." "I love you too chaton," he smiles and pecks my cheek. ~~~~~The end~~~~~