The Winter Victim

The church tells us that Hell is warm... Ask any old person what they think of the bloody cold, and that perspective on Hell might change a bit. When winter comes, it stalks the elderly like a killer waiting for that unsuspecting prey.
I remember Mr. Rubinstein from childhood. He lived in the same building my grandparents did and every Sunday, when I went to visit them, he would lend me his newspaper so I could read the funnies. He also did this magic trick where he made a coin disappear. Even though it was an easy trick, the five year old me, thought it was pretty great. He was a sweet old dude, always quick with a smile or a joke. Sadly, years ago, a winter took his life. The poor guy was struck with pneumonia. Sometimes, going outside without a jacket is all it takes. If anything, Hell is freezing cold.