After watching a late-night infomercial about a charitable organization that donates money to enrich the lives of the elderly, David Emami felt a strong urge to go out and lend some service to those that needed it most. He called up a nearby retirement home the next day and asked if he could come by and chat with the folks and cheer them up. They gladly agreed, since no one ever came to that place.
When David arrived, the place was gloomy and depressing. Bing Crosby music played in the distance, and a woman was slouched over in her wheelchair screaming, “Help me! Help me! Please, won’t you help?” David felt very saddened by the state of the facility and was determined to help out in the hour he had scheduled to be there.
He went straight to the helpless woman, held her hand and said, “What can I help you with?”
She looked up at him with unkempt hair and lipstick across her face and screamed, “Get me out of here! It’s a prison! It’s a terrible, awful place! They feed me raisins! I hate raisins! And…. AND… they have a Hispanic gentleman that bathes me and can’t even speak English. Please, get me out of here! I beg of you!” She tightened her grip on David’s hand. “Don’t you dare leave me!”
David was frightened by the desperate woman, but felt saddened at the thought of leaving her in such a dreadful place. He looked at the others in the facility, who simply stared at him with dull glances. He then looked back down at her and said, “Okay, let’s go.”
David began wheeling her out of the building as quickly as he could, but an attendant yelled, “Hey, where are you taking her?”
David froze. “Just for a walk.”
“Did she ask you help her escape again?”
She turned around and answered for him. “No, he’s my son and we want a little privacy.”
“Okay, well just remember, Dianne, that you are not allowed to leave.”
“Of course,” she replied obediently. She then looked up at David and whispered, “Run! Now is your chance!”
David wheeled her down the hall as the attendant chased them from behind. He took a sharp corner and accidentally crashed the old lady into a bookshelf, which landed on top of her.
“Aw! Help me! You worthless fool! Help me! You were supposed to save me, not kill me!” She was on the ground covered in books as the attendant caught up with them.
“What was that all about?” asked the attendant.
David looked down at the injured woman and back at the attendant, then bolted for the door. He ran as fast as he could to his car and peeled out of the driveway. His days of breaking the elderly out of retirement homes were over.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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