Jim stares blankly at the woman on his sofa.
“So someone will visit every week, there’ll be social clubs, theatre visits and group outings with people in the same position as yourself. How does that sound?”
Jim strokes his chin, pondering.
“Like hell on earth,” he says.
“But you said you were lonely?”
Jim is lonely … for his wife and siblings long dead… for his daughters on the other side of the world… and for his cat, who’s gone missing again.
But his loneliness isn’t a pit to be filled with strangers.
How can he make her understand that?
More of a vignette than a story arc today, after reading the mixed reaction to the appointment of a Minister for Loneliness. Rochelle, however continues her ministrations for the Friday Fictioneers group in fine form. Thank you, Rochelle.