David Emami woke up as usual to his ringing 1960s landline telephone at 5 am. He had been doing this for decades, so today wasn't any different. He ambled out of bed, picked up the phone, pressed 1 for English, then pressed it again to accept the job. He went back to his full bed and pulled the pink knitted bedspread tightly around his neck to fight off the early morning November chill in his apartment.
David was a substitute school janitor. He liked the flexibility and hated routine, almost as much as he hated being told what to do. The job offered him no benefits, but being alone, he was entirely okay with that. David had been married in the past and even had a daughter, but was a man better suited for the bachelor lifestyle; not because he liked the freedom, but mostly because he just disliked people in general.
David's apartment was adorned with items not usually found in a 58 year old man's home. 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 took pride in his antique lighting, his puke green refrigerator, and the other various old knickknacks in pristine condition. Some might call it cluttered, but to David, everything was perfectly in its place.
As David got ready, his cat, Fred, watched him carefully. David talked with his cat in many one sided conversations, and enjoyed the fact that Fred couldn’t talk back. Fred was actually a girl cat, but the previous owner was a senile, old blind man that couldn’t tell the difference. So, instead of changing the name, the female cat remained Fred.
“That news about the fire on 82nd sure was terrible, huh Fred?” Silence. Fred began licking her fur. “I hope there weren’t any cats injured.” David cared deeply for cats, but was far less concerned for the people.
David looked into his kitchen, and after a moment of pondering, decided to have nothing more than a plate of leftover enchiladas from the night before. Today was going to be a good day.
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.
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