A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson.
Just because you’re in your eighties it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life. Me, I just love an adventure. Nothing pleases me more than going to new places; meeting new people; seeing new sights. I have also rediscovered a love of playing games. That’s sometimes the problem when we grow old, we forget how to play.
I have a son, Robert, he’s grown now, but he likes playing games too. Whenever I go out on a new adventure I take a picture on my phone and I send it to him with the message ‘where am I now?’ He has to guess where I am and what I’m up to. I don’t make it easy for him. If I’m in Paris I don’t send a picture of the Eifel Tower. But he has a razor sharp brain so he usually gets it after a few guesses.
Having said that, just lately I’ve been getting some strange texts back from him. He seems to have forgotten the rules of the game? Or perhaps he’s just got fed up playing?
“It’s about my mother doctor. I hate to say it, but I think we’re going to have to have her sectioned. She’s become a living nightmare lately.”
“Really! She seems okay when I’ve seen her.”
“Yes, well, she’s okay when she’s with familiar people in familiar surroundings. But she’s got into the habit of wandering off and getting lost and disorientated. Sometimes she gets on a bus or a coach with no idea where it’s going. She’s even booked a flight and ended up in Europe and we’ve had to fly out to rescue her. Have a look at my phone if you don’t believe me. Look dozens of messages asking where she is.”
“I see what you mean. Yes, I agree we’ll have to do something about that. We have to keep her safe.”
My son Robert thinks I’m stupid. He thinks my doctor’s stupid too. But we’re onto his game. He wants to get control of my money. He can’t wait until I’m dead. I sent him a picture of my doctor and myself outside the police station. I added the message “Where am I now?”