ZZZorro

The once almighty Zorro, now 91 years of age, walks the corridors of the retirement home, walking stick in one hand, and sword in the other. His once jet-black mask hangs grey and slack from his face, frayed at the edges like the wings of a thousand year old bat. In the dead of night he creeps slowly but silently into the rooms of his fellow residents and makes Z shapes in the air above their heads as they sleep, reminding him of days gone by.