#AtoZChallenge, April 14, 2018, Meals on Wheels
26 posts. 26 days. And 26 letters of the alphabet, one post beginning with each letter, in April.
Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.
Meals on Wheels
Mickey Meadows stopped his car in the Sutton’s driveway and pocketed the key. At seventy-two, he took longer than he used to get out, but once he had, he opened the back door and removed a container. Holding it in one hand, he pressed the doorbell with the other.
“Meals on Wheels,” he crowed through the steel security door.
A minute later, Dale Sutton opened the door.
“Morning, Mickey,” he said, standing back to let the other man in.
Mickey stepped into a room that never failed to amaze him. Dolls of every size and shape lined the perimeter and flat surface. Shelves took up three sides of the room, all filled with dolls, sitting, standing, leaning, and boxed in display cases.
It gave him the creeps, but he’d never said a word to the owners.by