CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Ben was sad to be leaving his job. He liked the people he worked with. They didn't say much and that was fine by him. They just got on with the job. A job well done. He said goodbye to them all and each smiled with some warmth. One shook his hand, which was more than he had been expecting and made him happier. He walked home in the rain, humming a happy tune. Retirement. The rest of his life was before him. He slumped back in his couch, reached for the remote and turned on the tv. Young pretty people on a beach, having fun. He was young once. He hadn't had fun, but he had been young. Still he was retired now and...it occured to Ben that he had no interests and only a finite amount of time ahead of him. He was going to die sooner rather than later. He turned off the tv and looked around his empty, sparsely decorated appartement.
"I've wasted my life," he said.
THE END
"I've wasted my life," he said.
THE END