A modern telling
|Only the Lonely
Word Count: 300
“Have you ever seen Arsenic and Old Lace,” Chase asked as he darted another glance at the driveway.
“Sure, Cary Grant, it’s a classic,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the Xbox.
“Well, I think that’s happening here.”
“Chase! You live at home with your mom. You don’t even have spinster aunts,” I replied, waving the controller as I advanced another level.
If Chase heard me I couldn’t tell. He was too busy looking out the window at every noise.
“D’you see that brother. I upped another level. The Diamond Exchange is next.” But, Chase wasn’t listening. I paused the game. “Alright, what?”
“It’s my mom. Now listen. So, I swear the exact plot of the movie is happening here ‘cept it’s my mom that’s killing them off.”
“Chase your bonkers, there are not lonely old men here.”
“No, your right. But, you know how Mom’s always going off on how we’re not kids anymore? That we should be out enjoying ourselves? She’s obsessed with it. Right!?”
“Yeah, but she just doesn’t get gaming. Your mom’s a sweet lady. Thirty-four year old gamers are not unusual.”
“Oh, you think so...” he paused to check the driveway again. “Remember Josh, he used to hang out before you. Before him was Luke, and before that was Justin. Where are they?”
“Moved on, I guess. It happens,” I said.
“Or she thought their lives were lonely. And, maybe making me choose loneliness. And she offed them.”
Just then Chase’s mom burst through the back door congratulating herself for beating the rain.
“Hey, Jimmy,” she said coming into the room. “You’re still here?” She smiled sweetly, then added, “How about refreshment? Jimmy, have you ever tasted elderberry wine?” And she abruptly left the room.
I was long gone when she returned.