“Get outta the way, old man.”
“Go around me.”
“But I want to walk there. They should shoot old people like you.”
Henry stopped. The 20-something stopped as well instead of stepping around him.
“When I was your age…”
“Well, you’re not. Now go off and die somewhere else.”
Henry reached down, took off his left leg and then stood balanced on his right.
The young man paused only a second before trying to kick Henry’s good leg.
The kick didn’t land, but Henry’s foot did.
“When I was your age, I was shot,” Henry said as he walked away.
Word count = 100
As I was rereading this before posting, a song went through my mind, so I changed the title, adding that last tag line. Yeah, Aretha was asking for some respect for other reasons, but still, we all do want just a little bit, don’t we?