A Game Of Brinkmanship At Copper Beach
by H.L. Fullerton
It takes Marvin Zenski six months and nineteen days to gain an eighth of an inch. In his younger years, he could’ve done this in his sleep. Two days, tops. Now, he has to wait for waxing moons to do the heavy lifting. Like a werewolf’s, Marvin’s power is at its zenith during a full moon. These days it’s the only time he has much strength. Aging sucks. Everyone living in Copper Beach Manor Home agrees, or at least those who still can.
Marvin would like to get out of bed to admire his handiwork, but he is too exhausted. He’ll look at it in the morning before shuffling down the hall to the dining room for breakfast. He’d prefer to eat in his room, but the staff say it’s good for him to stay mobile. Socializing will keep him young, they say. But he doesn’t see them chatting with the residents. Although he will admit there are some benefits to talking up the old cows. (They don’t put it in the brochures, but a nursing home, assisted living, prison, whatever the hell they want to call it, is a great place to tap some ass.)