The trio shuffled towards the boat. At their advanced age they proceeded slowly.
“It’s a shame Human bodies wear out so quickly,” said Bernice.
“True,” said Wade. “But we saw so much. The Pyramids, The Afghan markets.”
“The living bridges in India,” sighed Morgan.
“Retirement was fun,” said Wade. “But we’ll get younger, more vibrant human bodies on the island.”
“I’ll miss playing with my grandchildren,” sighed Bernice.
“As younger humans, we’ll have to get jobs and slave eighty hours a week,” said Wade.
“Deal with obnoxious bosses,” added Morgan.
Bernice stopped suddenly. “Can we get younger bodies next year?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/07/25/27-july-2018/