His own mortality had been playing on his mind. He was probably the fittest he'd ever been but no amount of hours on the treadmill could ever out run his age.
He had once been a young, skinny, peroxide blonde boy with an insatiable passion for music.
Now, youth had left him, he fought hard to control his waistline and his hair was thinning.
At least he still had his passion for music.
Age happens to us all, he just hadn't thought it'd happen to him.
One day he'd be nothing more than dust; just ash blowing in the breeze.
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Drabbles
FanfictionInspired by Ruthie's Drabbles, I thought I'd give it a go myself. Turns out writing only 100 words is really blimmin hard, and whilst I'll try to stick to the word limit, forgive me if I go over it a little! Hope you enjoy! © 2015/2016/2017 GemsTT
