Title: Marjorie had lived a full life, worked hard, paid her taxes, even built up a little nest egg for her retirement.
But the nest egg didn’t last, and, not having a family to help support her, Marjorie was dependent on the small pension afforded her by the government.
It wasn’t much, and at least she owned her modest home, but what with the monthly bills that seemed relentless in their increases, Marjorie had to find other ways to make what little money she had last.
Food was the obvious cutback, Marjorie subsisting on a diet of bread, lettuce, some fried onion and cat food.
‘It’s cheaper than tinned tuna,’ sighed Marjorie to herself as she slipped seven tins of Whiskas into her shopping trolley.
Not too far into the future, Marjorie will die alone at home. Her body won’t be discovered for weeks, and only then when neighbours complain about the strange smell coming from number 37.
Her story will make the papers and people will shake their collective heads at the sadness of it all, and then resume their collective lives, Marjorie long forgotten and mourned by no one.
Artist: Marjorie (1939-)
Medium: Pen and Ink on Paper
Found: Alexandria, NSW
Date: 25 May, 2019