Company

When the sun was low and the sky like wine, the old man went out to the garden and sat in his favorite wicker chair. He lit his pipe and took slow puffs as he stared into the distance, as was his habit.

“Why do old people sit around like that?” The young boy wondered, watching his grandfather from afar. “It’s so boring.”

“Because they are not alone,” the Shade said. “A great multitude keeps them company.”

“Huh?” The boy squinted. “I don’t see anyone.”

“One day you will.” Ω