The old lady had been haunted by the beast her entire life. Ever since she took her first wobbling steps into adulthood and had fallen on her knees. That’s when the beast had first pounced. The black dog of depression had nearly broken her.
But she shook him off.
She spent her life evading him, staying one step ahead. Creating, achieving, delighting in the world around her. But time had caught up to her. Her hands were too arthritic to create, her bones too old to achieve. She was too lonely to delight in the world.
The beast pounced.
Written for and inspired by 99 Word Stories.
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Sweeterthannothing 
A sad reality for many. So well written
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Yeah, it’s heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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My pleasure
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A very good story
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Thank you 🙂
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Depression is a reality for too many. I like how you used it as the beast. Well done.
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Thank you.
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A downward spiral of losing the ability to connect in a meaningful way with life. A beast, aging.
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I found it to be pretty damn fantastic that our 99 this week was so much alike! I still think you’re a much better writer than me, but great minds think alike!
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Great minds think alike! I tried to pop onto your blog but it seems it isn’t live right now?
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I am doing a re-vamp on it right now. I’m hoping to have it done by tomorrow.
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I see! I’ll come back tomorrow then, can’t wait to see it 🙂
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Well told, so sad. That must be the hardest part of aging, not being able to do the things that bring joy and meaning.
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I can’t think of anything worse. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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