Goldfish

Another visitor. All the time. All day. Knock Knock Knocking. Hello? Hello can you hear me in there? Sir? Are you okay?

Usually women. Bloody women. Nag nag nag.

This one's not a woman. He's a boy. A man. Young though. Dunno who he is. Nice looking. Not like that. I'm not one of them queers.

He calls me Da. Daft boy. I'm not his Da. I'd know my own son... Wouldn't I? If I had one. Do l have one? I'm sure I'd know. Maybe not though. Heh heh.

Wait! I do have one. Little lad. Dark hair. Skinny. Bit of a mummy's boy. What was his name, now? It'll come to me in a minute. Where is he?

Hang on...

Am I supposed to be minding him? Shit. Maybe that's why I feel like l forgot something. Again. Something important. His Ma will be cross with me. Where is the blasted boy?

Maybe one of those women can tell me. Where are they? Banging on the fucking... And then when you need... Who's this man? What's he want? Why is he looking at me like -

HEY!

Get your hands off my bloody shoulders! I'll tell one of those bloody women- the nurse- she- what's her fucking name now-

I SAID GET OFF ME!

There. Hmph. Better. I don't know who you are, young man, but you don't come in here and put your hands on... Try doing that inside, my lad and you'll soon learn what's what.

What's this? Pfftt.That's the trouble with kids These days, a bunch off sissies. Wipe your face boy. What would your father think?

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