David Emami and his cats Fred and Barbra Streisand lived happily in their one bedroom apartment. There was no room for another soul due to David’s antique collection, which bordered on the line of hoarding. However, all of that changed when David heard a knock on the door.
“Who could that possibly be at this hour?” David looked through the peephole, but didn’t recognize the man standing outside. He opened the door.
“Hello, David Emami, right?” asked the man.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“It’s me, your cousin Opie!”
David thought for a moment, then remembered a distant family reunion in which the name Opie did in fact ring a bell.
“I guess I remember you. Why are you here?”
Opie gave David a big bear hug, much to David’s displeasure. David pulled away. “It’s been too long, cousin!”
David looked annoyed. “What brings you here?”
“I’ve hit a real rough patch, and I need a place to crash for the night.”
“How did you find me? I don’t have any room here for you.”
“Your address is on Facebook. You’re pretty easy to find,” he replied.
“So you have access to Facebook, but you don’t have access to a bed?” asked David.
“Public library, cousin!”
“Hmm, well you can’t stay here.”
They continued talking for a minute or two, and before long, Opie had convinced David to let him sleep on the couch. Fred and Barbra Streisand hissed at him and hid underneath David’s bed for the rest of the night.
“I won’t be a pest. I’ll be gone in the morning,” assured Opie.
“Yes, you will, or I’ll contact the authorities,” replied David as he went to his room and shut his door.
David didn’t want to leave his room because he didn’t want to talk with Opie. His presence wasn’t welcome and he barely knew the guy. Instead, David went to bed early that night.
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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