At fifty, he looked ten. He could not drive. He could not work. He found his way back to Queenie's boarding house, but Queenie had died three years earlier. The building was now a laundromat.
"No," he said.
Thomas entered. The crib held something that resembled his father more than his son: a wizened, arthritic creature of perhaps eighty, with milky eyes, a bald spotted head, and a feeble, rasping cry. "He is deformed," the doctor whispered. "Some children are born old. It's a condition of the blood." The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -2008- HDRi...
She did not recognize him.