A Lonely End
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I got off work at 8:15 pm. Putting on my fleece and clocking out marked the end of my miserable work night. Meandering my way through the dimly lit cottages of this depressing retirement compound, I found myself going for a short walk rather than heading straight home.
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A Lonely End

by UnknownReference

I got off work at 8:15 pm. Putting on my fleece and clocking out marked the end of my miserable work night.

Meandering my way through the dimly lit cottages of this depressing retirement compound, I found myself going for a short walk rather than heading straight home.

After a few minutes of walking in the wrong direction, I came upon an ambulance. It sat unattended with its engine running, sirens off, and lights on.

I couldn't detect any immediate emergency, but my curiosity soon had me running around the campus, yelling out, trying to find somebody to explain this unusual sight.

After a short lap around the housing area, I came back to the ambulance, where I stood, staring inside one of residences.

The door was open, lights were on, and I could very easily make out several figures standing, slowly moving about.

As one of the individuals began backing out of the doorway, I offered my assistance, which was politely declined.

Seeing a second figure come out of the door moving in a similar manner, I focused my attention on what was between them: a body-length platform on wheels,

from which no noise or movement could be detected. The slow movements and casual behavior of the paramedics was the first sign.

They weren't in a rush to get anyone to a medical facility, they didn't have to race against any clock, for it had already reached zero.

After trying to process what I had just seen, I started to feel heavy inside..

I was angry that the paramedics had already given up, I was sad for the old person who had left, and the dozens of others around who would share the same lonely demise.

I had always quietly despised retirement homes, dismissing them as overcrowded, impersonal compounds designed to divert the attention of lonely people who are all waiting for one thing,

as we all are, and this story is just another distraction.

This happened to me last night, all the feelings and details are true.

I almost never write, especially about personal experiences. I apologize if the quality of writing doesn't fit that of most posts, but I just needed to get this off my chest.

Criticism is welcome.

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