PINKY NEVERLAND

short story of an old man.................

He was more than eighty yo and still living in that big house of late 60's, the ''PINKY NEVER LAND'' as was the name wrote on the door.
He was a rock star that period,full of money and dirty habits but now he was alone, having only a small bank account...
He used to eat fast food as it was cheap and he couldn't cook,he never could...
He use to sit at the same chair as he did that April evening...
''A big Mac please'' he ordered...
''You must wait for ten minutes sir'' the waitress said...
''Always the same problem over here...'' he replied but he couldn't do something more...
The mac came later,about same time as the rest of the days...
That's was his routine and maybe he wouldn't exchange it with greater things at the time...
He was sitting for half an hour more watching the cars passing...
That was his life...a big Mac...some minutes of relax and then again the ''PINKY NEVER LAND''...
It was a life of nothing, but he loved it...