this is really short but that's an idea that popped into my head about an half hour ago and i thought it would be fun to write it down...so here i am...posting my new fic...it's just the beginning and i'm not sure if this is going to be continued... but i think a lot of reviews will help me with this tough decision lol !

i hope you'll like it, though this is very very VERY short.

but enjoy reading and please PLEASE give me reviews! i wanna know what you think about that!

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He doesn't like it here at all. His son has sent him here, because he thought his father would need some help.

But he doesn't like it here at all. All those old people, who can barely move. He isn't old. Okay, he was born 84 years ago, but he isn't old! He's still reading Bukalski without wearing glasses. He can go anywhere he wants without using a crook. Okay, his hands are shaking a little bit sometimes but that's not too bad.

Tetchy he throws his jacket onto the bed. How should he be here without dying within three months?

He's pretty sure that this house is going to be his ruin.

"Ah here you are!" the pretty nurse enters his little living room. If he just wasn't THAT old. Only 50 years less and he would ask her to go out with him.

"Mhm..."
"Come on. I'm gonna show you our beatiful garden!" she grabs his arm and leads him outside. He hates the habit of young people. They treat the older people like they were standing at the edge of their grave. Or why should they grab old peoples arms? They just want to hustle them into their graves. He is really sure about that.

Hesitating he follows her into the garden. Maybe it is beautiful but he has seen real beauty. And nothing compares to that.

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She hates it here. She is sitting at the front porch watching some birds fighting about a worm. Why does she have to be here? She doesn't want to be here. All those people are old and invalid and she can't find anyone with whom she could talk about books, movies or maybe even about coffee.

She can see the sky getting darker and she knows that there will be a storm soon. She loves storms. They always remember her of her young years in her home town. She loved running through the warm summer storms, not taking care of her clothes getting wet. But this is over. Her life is over now. She is almost 83 years old and she has nothing to do with the rest of her life. Okay, she has done a lot in her life but that isn't enough, she thinks. There must be more.

One worm flyes away churlish but she knows she has seen real churlishness before and nothing compares to that. She giggles a little.

Some raindrops are coming down, telling everyone that the storm is near. All the nurses in their white uniforms storm out, grabbing other peoples arms, leading them inside.

It's funny to look at that, she thinks.

"This way Mr Mariano"

Shocked she turnes her head around...

To be continued? It's up to you, guys!