Convergence

Middle age, adolescence, old age; in that order. Life juice and joy dessicated by disinterest, self-interest, and excessive concern. Tough time. Janet spat. She pulled her gloves on, one worn brown leather finger at a time, tugged the palms, and flexed her hands. She leaned back her head and rolled her neck from side to side, circle left, circle right. Little cracking pops, inaudible outside her head, reminded her to stand up straighter, pilates-pull her shoulders down, and finally, to smile.