Maurice looked at the empty mailbox and sighed.
His pension was supposed to be delivered today; first of the month, just like always, but instead the inside of the cold metal tube held only a few bills and a postcard advertising the latest whatever that he didn't need. What he needed was his damn pension.
He took a deep breath and took several careful steps back up his driveway to his front door. He checked around the bushes, painfully walked the outer perimeter of the house, even checked the cat flap, but no pension.
Son of a bitch, those damn kids stole it. They had years ahead of them yet, so why steal his? He silently cursed and fiddled with the key in the lock. No more medicine, no more extensions. He wondered if they got a good price for his injections, not that it mattered. If he had anything to do with it, they'd be spending it in hell.