max yorke just wants to go home (capgrased) wrote in mnhttnprjct, @ 2010-05-21 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, max yorke |
narrative
WHO: Max York and his mother Nina Yorke.
WHAT: In the early morning hours, our hero Max gets a Skype call from his mother.
WHERE: His humble abode.
WHEN: Early Saturday morning, May 22, 2029.
RATING: PG.
"Hey Mum." "I was surprised when I saw you on this thing. What on Earth are you doing up? What time is it there?" "3:43 in the morning. I was filling in for a friend at a piano bar and then I had an idea for where to go with the woodwind quartet I was working on. And then I got hungry. So." "Did you finish the quartet?" "No, but I should in the next few days. Then I can make some calls for players and get it recorded." "I hope you will send the recording when you do." "You know I always do, Mum." "It's a shame we can't hear you compositions live in concert anymore." "You never know. They may open up the borders tomorrow." "Stranger things have happened." "That is the truth. So where's Dad?" "Oh, he went down to the store real quick. He wanted pancakes, but we didn't have any pancake mix." "At least it wasn't him deciding he wanted starfruit pudding?" "That was a terrible day." "He just wouldn't rest until he found it." "No, he didn't. He'll only be gone another ten minutes or so, which is why I'm glad you're on." "Why's that?" "He didn't want me to tell you because you weren't here." "Tell me what?" "He didn't want you to worry." "Well, now you do have me worried. What is it?" "Max... your father has lung cancer." "What?" "He had this nagging cough for a for a long while and you know your father. He doesn't like doctors, but he collapsed at work and they took him to the hospital and -- " "Well, can't they just remove it?" "Oh. They tried, but apparently it is made up of these things called oat cells? The doctors didn't want to disturb them since it would make things worse. The cells can spread quickly if disturbed." "What are they going to do?" "There isn't much they can do, Max. It's already started to spread. We're hoping the chemotherapy can give him a bit more time." "How long did the doctors say he has." "Those doctors don't know -- " "Mum. How long?" "Six months. Maybe a year at best." "That's not very long." "He's doing the chemo in hopes it will keep him alive long enough to -- " "I have to go, Mum. I'm real tired." "Please don't tell you I told you, dear. He doesn't want you to worry." "Night, Mum. I love you. "I love you too, Max." |