Dorian

 My limo pulls up to the stone manor covered in pretty green ivy. There’s a fountain out front, rockers are placed on the wrap around porch, and a beautiful picture of mountainous background with clear blue skies complete with fluffy white clouds. Sometimes the place feels like a painting come to life. The place is peaceful, and it’s partly why I come and to visit my dad even if it’s getting harder for him to recognize who I am. I can’t abandon him the way everyone else has. My mom hasn’t been to seen him since she placed him here. My brother and sister are so involved in their own lives they have only come a handful of times, and it’s usually a short visit. I’m the only one left who visits regularly, even if my visits were a bit too spaced. At least, I show up. 

I enter the manor, where I’m greeted by Judy, the head of the place. She’s a nice lady in her mid-forties, and the residents love her. “It’s nice to see you, Prince Dorian.” Judy greets. 

“You too, Judy. Is my father in his room?” I inquire. 

“No, he’s in the entertainment room enjoying the live music with his afternoon tea.” She informs me with a warm smile. She’s short and plump, and her hair is always pulled back in a tight bun like a librarian. She’s dressed in a simple white dress that most of the staff wears here.

“Thank you, I’ll head over to see him.” I reply with a nod of my head to show my gratitude before I head down the familiar hallway that leads to a very large room with a lot of windows that overlook the gardens that many of the residents help up keep as a hobby.

 Garden club is something my father joined immediately after taking up permanent residence. He’s always had a green thumb, and there were times I thought he would be happier running his own green house than a kingdom. I guess in someways he got that wish. Just not the way any of could have anticipated. The closer I get to the entrainment room, I hear the most beautiful voice. It’s angelic and almost haunting in a beautiful way. I actually pick up my pace, and when I finally enter the room, I’m not prepared for the beautiful woman sitting at the piano singing. She has dark auburn hair with side swept bangs, blue grey eyes that remind me of winter, fair skin, and from what I can tell a nice body too, but the simple what dress doesn’t do much for her. Yet I can tell there is something desirable underneath. . 

I find my father playing a card game with a couple of his friends. He smiles huge when he sees me. He looks good. His skin is a healthy color, his hair is a bit greyer, and he is clearly enjoying himself. After a greeting hug, I take seat next to him as he continuous his game with his friends while we catch up. I occasionally glance to the pretty woman on stage. She has to be in her early twenties meaning we might have a few years between us, but that is not going to stop me one bit. I don’t normally enjoy younger girls, and it’ snot like she is that much younger to begin with, but I usually find older woman more attractive especially when I’m looking for one night stands. Yet, this woman is captivating me with her voice. 

“The live music is good.” I comment. 

“Yes, we all love Ana’s music. She’s very talented.” Dad answers casually. 

“It’s a shame we are the only ones who get to appreciate her talent.” One of my dad’s playing compains adds starting the gears in my head to turn. Have a found a new project?