This story has had a long life. Originally written about 2010, I wasn’t satisfied with it and left it alone until recently. Now, revamped and renamed, it may be ready for submission. I have no clue where the idea for this one came from, usually there is a prompt of some kind. So, here is an excerpt.
Bobby was insistent on seeing his father and she explained Hunter’s condition to him. Silently she noted that he was expert at acting truly concerned as they joined Hunter on the back porch enjoying iced tea and watching the birds flock to the feeders. Hunter barely looked up when Bobby sat down in front of him.
“Dad, you have a visitor.” She said happily.
Hunter looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you love.” He said and patted her hand. He looked blankly at Bobby. “You another doctor?” He demanded.
Bobby put his hand on the old man’s knee. “It’s me dad, Bobby.”
Hunter peered at him distrustfully. “I don’t need another doctor. You can’t do anything for me anyway. You people are just after another payment on your Mercedes.”
Hunter looked bewildered at Sandra. “Do I have a doctor Bobby?” He asked. She made no comment.
“No dad.” He pleaded. “I’m Bobby, your son.”
Hunter looked at him in irritation. “I don’t know what you are saying. I don’t have a son.” He looked up at Sandra again imploring then back at Bobby. “I don’t have any children. My wife died, we never had children. State your business young man.”
“You remember me don’t you dad? I’m Bobby.” He continued.
“You look like that guy on the news. Who are you?” Hunter asked irritated.
“I already told you dad.” Bobby was also irritated now.
“Stop calling me that. I want you to leave.” Hunter turned to Sandra. “Marion, make him leave now. He looks like that that man on television.” He fumbled with the binoculars. “I’m going to look at my birds.” He mumbled. With that Hunter raised the binoculars and ignored everyone else.
Bobby looked at Sandra who gave a shrug of her shoulders. Sandra followed Bobby back to the front door after promising to bring Hunter a refill on his iced tea.
“I told you.” She said as Bobby stepped out onto the front porch.
“He’s freaking senile.” He turned back to her. “I still don’t get you being here.”