Billy Meyer

Simon and the man named Freddy walked into the smallish country styled house. Simon had to admit; being in a normal house for once seemed nice.

“You said you had to ask my father some questions?” Freddy was the first to break tha awkward silence

“Why yes. Could you bring him in here?”

“DAD!”

“Freddy?”

“could you come in here a second?”

“Be right there”

Simon waited patiently until a frail looking old man walked into view. Simon was suddenly hit with the realization that he was probably looking at his father

“You wanted me for…?” the old man spoke. his voice sounded like an awakened memory, faded with time. wow that sounded cheezy.

“Dad, there’s someone here to talk to you. I don’t really know his name”

“Hello, stranger! I’m Billy Meyer. What did you want to speak to me about?”

“emm….Hi. I wont tell you my name just yet. But I have a few questions that I need answered. I’m for the em…Local doctors reporter” Simon made the last bit up

“ooh. okay. Shoot your questions then.”

“on your…Local file…there are a few missing blanks. like, How many children do you have? and Were you ever married?”

“yes. I was married. She was a lovely girl named Igna. we’re still technically married now she just ran away long ago”

“And the other question?”

“Technically only one. Though I did father one other”

“Care to tell me about that?”

“I’m about to tell you some really funky stuff. Freddy! go make dinner”

“sure, dad”

“okeydokey Mr. ‘Doctor reporter’ heres the story”

Billy Meyer looked wistfully out of the window as he began.

It was summertime. Our (as in Igna and Mine) kids were playing blocks together. Their names were Simon and Fredward. Igna was really into English names.

At the most random moment ever, the whole room turned blue from the small statue of the cowplant that Igna made me keep. I wanted to throw it out you see.

One of our boys, Simon looked straight at the thing. He was mesmorized. Freddy (as we called him) thought it was just some funny light show, and didn’t really look up from his blocks.

Igna scooped up Simon and the cowplant, yelled “I’m Sorry!” and ran out of this house

I followed her to the big maple tree, but she wouldn’t stop. So I just watched and watched and watched until the person became a figure and the figure became a shape and the shape became a blob and the blob became a dot and the dot becam a speck and the speck dissapeared.

I returned to the house, Freddy couldn’t be left alone for a while without getting lonely, and I raised him, every day hoping that Igna might return. She never did. I never told anyone this story until today. Not even freddy knows anything about his mother. For some reason, I just trust you.

“I feel better after getting that story of my chest” Billy said

Simon took  a deep breath. This man–His dad had just confirmed his parenting of Simon. but Billy didn’t know it

Simon started to walk over to Billy and pulled out the letters

“My name is Simon Millsim. I would like you to look at these letters

The man stared at Simon’s hand  that had the now crumpled letters in them. Billy carefully smoothed them out and read them

After he was done, he looked up

“Simon?”