Neville knew all the online addresses of porn sites. At least he thought he did; only the free ones, mind you. He wasn’t going to pay for all that rubbish.
His wife of course had no idea. She thought he was engrossed in a computer game, or maybe some intelligent reading. After all, he was interested in animals, and when he could drag himself away from the internet he would watch National Geographic on the television, especially if it was about animals that weren’t so common. Every second animal program was about lions or elephants or giraffes. He wasn’t that interested in that sort of program. Those programs were so common they had become boring. His interest lay in the less common fauna on the planet. The program on the Australian Gulbaru Gecko for example was fascinating.
“You’re addicted to the animal in you,” his wife joked.
For a while Neville thought his wife had caught him watching the porn on his computer, but thankfully she was talking about his choice of television watching.
As time went on, things began to creep up on Neville. Was that a touch of Alzheimer’s? Was senility starting to set in? Indeed it was, and in the end rather quickly. It wasn’t long before his wife was at the end of her tether. He had to go into an environment that was both safe and secure.
In the Care Centre Neville’s lifetime obsession with porn became apparent. Looking at porn sites was all he did. Everyone could see it. It’s all he would talk about. His wife tried to get him to take some interest in the Australian Gulbaru Gecko, and other skinks, lizards, and geckos. All to no avail. For Neville it was porn or nothing.
Until the day he died.
Well, there was certainly a lesson to learned here. I have no clue what that lesson might be, but I know it’s in there.
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I’ve been trying to figure out the lesson myself.
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For a second, I was really scared this was one of those rule34 situations. One is never too safe regarding the words “animals” and “porn” very close to each other.
I’m glad Neville is dead.
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I’m delighted, João-Maria, that you enjoyed Neville being dead. I shall try my utmost to kill off as many characters as possible in the future – for your enjoyment (and mine).
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I like dead things, they tend to leave me be, I tend to leave them be.
It’s only a tendency, though.
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You tend to be dead on target.
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This was like reading a ‘frank’ obituary of yours truly. I’m glad you saved someone the pains to have to think up this on their own.
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Ha ha! I see you haven’t been idle during the lockdown!
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Sorry what was that? My mind was on other matters.
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Now, if you’ll permit me, I must now get back to what gives me the greatest pleasure lol
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LOL
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Caring for the elderly is such an important issue. I’m glad that you have chosen to shine a light on it.
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This little light of mine….
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This little light of mine…. If I wasn’t in my seventies I’d say that people teetering on old age should be put down.
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You don’t have to change your tune just because you’re old. Make a nuanced, self-serving for certain exceptions!
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Goodness. I don’t know what to say, but I did have a good laugh at Joao-Maria being so frank about his gladness at Neville’s demise.
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João-Maria is generally pretty frank!
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It’s also pretty real, so likely a neighbor or old family friend’s story. I remember things like that periodically from childhood and it’s interesting and a little surprising.
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I was left wondering whether it was his hamartia that got the better of his Alzheimer’s or it was the Alzheimer’s that got the better of his hamartia.
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I have to work hamartia into a conversation one of these days, along with hubris, perhaps.
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The very hubris is the hamartia.
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Egad! Then I have no future!
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Are you suggesting, Yvonne, that you were unfamiliar with the notion of ἁμαρτάνειν?
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Λοιπόν, ναι ήμουν!
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Are you suggesting he had ear ache? or something? You had me googlicationing – and I’m still not sure!
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Neville also had a powerful right arm…
…or was he a lefty? My 12 year old sense of humor emerged there. It needs to stay submerged..
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I suspect his right arm was fitter than his left.
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