Sunday, 7 October 2018


     Fake bus stop
        The woman was sitting at the bus stop.

     She had been more than an hour and a half without moving from the site until, in the centre, they realized that she was not there and went looking for her.
     The bus stop was the first place they went to locate her, as part of the protocol before the disappearance of any grandfather or grandmother. While a couple of employees look at the services and other spaces of the building, another caregiver looks for the gardens.
     This old folks´ home already has a long experience in dealing with the people who live there and act quickly —although in this case the disappearance will last longer than expected— when looking for the person who is lost.
     My lady's sister had dressed (shirt badly buttoned) and had left with one shoe on one foot and one slipper on the other. A few months ago she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She said she was going to her house, that her mother was going to scold her for being late and that the bus was broken.
     The bus never arrives and it will never come at that stop because that stop is placed there, with permission from the town hall, by the management of the residence for the elderly.
     It is a fake bus stop.
     Y. a.
     Mary

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