Page 36 of His Last Chase
“What would you like to do today, sweet boy?” I knew he had a lot going on, but I wasn’t ready to give him up just yet.
His shoulders moved as he shrugged. “This is nice but it’s getting hot.”
“True. Let’s go inside.” We picked up the towels and Chase followed me into the laundry room where we deposited them. “Shower?”
“Nah, I’ll take one when I get home but I should check my phone.” Chase wandered down the hall toward the bedroom while I decided to whip up something for lunch. He met me in the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Anything I can help with?”
“No, but thank you for asking. Sub sandwiches okay with you for lunch?” I hoped so, since I was halfway through making his already.
“Sounds perfect to me. Missed a couple of texts, one from the guards, but I told them I was still here. Of course, they already knew that since they have trackers on all our cars.” Chase shook his head. “Privacy is a thing of the past.”
“Not sure how I’d feel about that if it was me but given your career it makes sense.” Hidden away in my house today, I’d forgotten about the outside world and preferred it that way. Tomorrow I’d be back to work, dodging questions about Chase. Once I hit the road with them my anonymity would be no more.
“Are you regretting hooking up with me?” Chase’s question reminded me how perceptive the brilliant boy was.
“What? No, not at all and just for the record what we’re doing, what we have isn’t hooking up. It’s so much more than that.” I finished putting the sandwiches together and met him at the table. “I hope you know that, Chase. You mean a lot to me. This isn’t some fling or crush for me.”
“For me, either.”
The day date with my boy was quickly sinking and after our beautiful morning I wasn’t having that.
“What do you have going on tonight?”
“Got a new song I want to run by the guys.”
“Oh yeah? Can you tell me about it?” I was unsure what the rules or contracts they had in place were regarding sharing copywritten materials.
“I’ve been working on it for a while, but it finally came together.” He pulled a notebook from his bag he’d brought. Hadn’t seen him move it from the bedroom to the laundry room. “It’s called ‘Disposable Humans.’ Kinda notes from journals I kept over the years after Mom died. It was like my world stopped while everything around me continued, as though her life never mattered, like she was disposable.”
My heart went out to Chase.
“I’ll read the lyrics like a poem since there’s no music or instruments to accompany singing.”
“I love your voice. It requires nothing to back it up.” I’d listen to him recite the phone book if he chose to.Way to show your true age, Casey. Phone books are a thing of the past and way before Chase’s time.
His beautiful recital drew me in.
Is there a purpose to this life?
First we’re born and then we die
With no impact to the world around us
Will anyone even know when we are gone?
Do we even matter?
Can they see our sadness? Hear our cries?
Do they laugh at our pain and feed from our sorrow?
How can they lord their power andbe so evil?
We’re all just disposable humans bred for their viewing pleasure
Put on display like a gameshow contestant