“Nobody believes me!”
The old man’s voice bounced around the common room of the nursing home, under the roar of the TV mounted to the wall and the general murmur of many voices.
Jackie shifted in the hard plastic chair under her, and pretended not to hear. The bangles and bracelets ringing her arm halfway to the elbow grated on the old Formica table top.
“No one will listen,” he said again, voice tight, “but it’s true! It’s true! They’re coming!”