Every day they wheel me out here. Tell me the warm sun will do me good. Poppycock! They just want me out of the way. Never ask me what I want. Talk to me as if I’m stupid. If only I could get out of this bloody chair, I’d show them. Anyone would think I wanted to be in this god-forsaken place. All down to that son of mine putting me here. Money-grabbing bastard. If any of them think I’m going to make their life’s easier by dying any day soon, they’ve got another think coming. I’ll show the buggers.
100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers