Virgil slowly lifts his head of the bed. His tiny bedroom shrinks with grandchildren wedged in too. His breath whistles as hev looks over the lot from 6 to 24 in age. His eyes barely make out the faces. They search for something else.
“I need to see Daisy May. Damn it! Can’t one of ya doing something but watch me die…” His head goes back down and his blank eyes close.
“Mama? Grandma’s name wasn’t Daisy May.. Who’s talking about?” Susie the littlest one turns her does eyes to a frazzled forty something.
“That’s his damn old truck. He spent more time with it than all us kids put together.” Lana dots her eyes with tissue. Her left hand rubs Susie’s head. “He’s just mean in someways. Old people get that way. They hurt.”
” Damn it Lana! I bought her with a dollar an hour wages. Drive her so you kids….” Virgil flops up like a horror movie prop. His breathing changes to a ballon losing air. “Just want… to see her… once..mo”
“Open the drawer. Let him look at his old truck again….. It’s right there in night stand.” Lana darts her finger in the direction.
The eyes never open again.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for details, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/02/06/fffaw-challenge-week-of-february-7-2017/