A Peculiar Reshuffling of the Daily Grime
By Eva Suluk
The smell of stale coffee and disinfectant hung heavy in the air of the Parkside Senior’s Centre. Afternoon light, thin and tired, stretched across the linoleum, highlighting dust motes dancing in the quiet hum of conversation. A forgotten cardigan lay draped over a chair, a testament to someone’s earlier, more animated presence. This was David’s sanctuary, or at least, his daily battleground against boredom, and it was about to be profoundly disturbed.
