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This is just a little quickie that I came up with for my
own amusement, but I hope that you enjoy.
Sam's Son and Delilah
By Morpheus
Sometimes things happen, things that make you take a
second look at the world around you and suddenly wonder if
maybe you're not seeing the whole picture. That maybe there
are other things going on that you just never notice.
Strangely enough, it was my own son who brought me to this
thought.
My name is Sam Keller, and I am a fairly ordinary 34
year old family man. I spend most of my days working down
at the plant, then come home to my lovely wife Anita and of
course, my 8 year old son Andy.
Though I love my son dearly, Andy has always been
just a little bit odd. It wasn't anything obvious, at least
not physically. Instead, it was a lot of little things.
Sometimes I blame myself, wondering if I might have done
something wrong. However Anita thinks that I make too much
of it, that it's just a phase that Andy's going through and
will probably grow out of. I wasn't as sure, but hoped that
she was right.
Andy had never seemed interested in playing with the
usual trucks and toy guns that most boys are interested in.
But when he was 5 years old, I found him playing with dolls
and seeming quite happy to do so. It was something of an
embarrassment, as I knew that no real boy should be playing
with dolls. However, he seemed to prefer girl's toys. And
though I tried to subtly encourage Andy to take an interest
in more masculine toys, it never seemed to do much good.
And there were other things. Such as one day, I
walked in and found Andy playing with Anita's makeup. His
whole face was smeared with the stuff as he had been trying
it on, with almost hilarious results. And another time,
Andy had gotten into his mother's clothes. There were of
course other things.
As time went on, Andy continued to be interested in
girl's things, with no sign of getting over that 'phase'.
Though I was a little confused by this, I loved the boy
dearly and tried my hardest to be patient and
understanding. But still, I was getting worried.
Getting home from work one day, I heard some noises
in Andy's room and stuck my head in to take a look. I was
somewhat surprised to see all sorts of toys scattered
around the room, as well as a lot of junk. And right in the
middle of the mess was Andy, cheerfully using a screwdriver
to take something apart.
For a moment, I just stood there, smiling faintly as
I watched Andy with the screwdriver and duct tape. I felt a
bit of hope that he might finally be getting over that long
standing 'phase' he was in, even if I didn't understand
what he was doing. Of course, he still had his favorite
doll sitting a short distance away from where he was going
at it.
"So," I asked my son as I bent down, looking at what
he was working on, "What are you making?"
Andy paused for a minute, then stuck a piece of wire
onto his mom's kitchen colander with a piece of duct tape.
"I dunno," he finally responded with a shrug, going back to
putting things together. But after nearly a minute, he
looked up at me and said, "I think it's gonna be a body
trading machine."
"Okay," I nodded, amusing by his imagination. "Well,
I hope it works all right."
"Me too daddy..." he responded with a grin, still
seeming more interested in his little imaginary project
than me.
So with that, I left him to it, chuckling, "Kids..."
as I left his room. I didn't really think much more about
Andy's little imaginary invention after that.
The next day, Delilah came over to our house to play
with Andy. She was the cute 12 year old girl who lived next
door. And one day, I thought that she would probably grow
up to be quite a looker. But at the moment, she was quite
the tomboy. And probably something of a handful for her
parents.
I was always amused when Delilah played with Andy
because not only was she a few years older than him, but
they were complete opposites as well. To be honest, I'd
always kind of hoped that something might rub off and
Delilah might get Andy interested in some of the more
boyish things, which she liked. So far there had been no
luck, but I hadn't given up on hoping. Besides, she and
Andy always got along pretty well. In some ways, she was
almost like the big sister he never had.
The kids had been off playing for awhile, when I
suddenly heard a strange humming sound. It took me a few
minutes to realize that it was coming from Andy's room, but
once I did, I hurried to check it out.
As soon as I stuck my head in the door, I was
startled by the sight of Andy and Delilah sitting on the
floor amid the mess that Andy had been working on the day
before. Andy had his mother's salad bowl on his head like a
helmet, attached to the mess with a bunch of wires. Delilah
was similarly wearing Anita's colander on her head. There
was no sign of the humming that I'd heard though
"What's going on?" I demanded, noticing that the
humming had stopped.
"Nothing daddy," Delilah responded with a grin.
That startled me, but Andy quickly looked at Delilah
and then at me, "We're just playing... dad."
I nodded at that, then told Andy, "Just make sure
that you clean this up when you're done. I think that your
mom might want her kitchen supplies back."
Delilah looked as though she was about to say
something, though Andy gave her a strange look and quickly
told me, "Okay, dad."
Then after another look at the kids, I closed the
door with a shake of my head. And as I walked away, I
couldn't help thinking that Andy had called me 'dad'
instead of his usual 'daddy'. However, I figured that he
was just growing up so didn't really give it much thought.
When Delilah and my son came out a short while later,
they were both acting pretty strangely. Even stranger than
normal that was. They kept looking at each other, and down
at themselves, as well as talking in hushed whispers and
bursting into fits of giggles. I didn't know what to make
of it, so just let it go. After all, they were both kids,
and kids were known to be pretty goofy at times.
I didn't really think much about the game that the
kids had been playing, especially as Andy cleaned up his
room and the mess after Delilah had gone home.
Over the next week, I noticed several strange things
about both Andy and Delilah. Strange in the fact that they
were normal. Or at least normal in ways that neither Andy
nor Delilah usually were.
To my delight, Andy seemed to finally get over his
long running 'phase'. He actually gave away his collection
of dolls and seemed to take a new interest in more
appropriate things. Climbing trees, watching me work on the
car and the whole bit. I had even looked out my window and
watched with pleasure as he actually played catch with one
of the neighbor boys. And he certainly wasn't doing bad
either.
And by a strange coincidence, Delilah ended her
tomboy phase at the same time. Perhaps it was puberty and
the realization that she was becoming a woman. Or maybe it
was something else. Either way, I know that her mom was
secretly delighted.
Whenever I saw Delilah around the neighborhood or
coming over to play with Andy, she was usually wearing a
dress as opposed to the boyish jeans and T-shirt I was used
to seeing her in. She had even started painting her nails,
as if she was determined to be as feminine now as she had
been tom boyish before. Somehow, I suspected that it might
take awhile for me to get used to her new... and more
appropriate sense of fashion.
However, in spite of the welcome changes in my son's
interests, every once in awhile something seemed a bit off,
though I couldn't put my finger on what it could possibly
be. But every once in awhile, I caught Andy acting... odd.
Like when he kept forgetting simple things such as which
house belongs to his grandmother, even when we visit her at
least once a month.
But as strange as that was, there was one particular
incident that sent shivers down my spine, though that was
with Delilah rather than with my son. She had been over
visiting when I nearly ran into her. And when I looked into
the girl's eyes... for a moment I could almost swear that
it was Andy who was staring back to me. That thought only
lasted for a moment though before I shook it off and
hurried on my way.
With all of the little things that I kept noticing
around the kids, I couldn't help laughing at my own
imagination. The fact that Andy and Delilah had both
started acting differently at the same time was just
coincidence, even if they were acting more like each other
used to. But then again, I couldn't help wondering if maybe
there was more going on than what I thought. I couldn't
help thinking about Andy's game with the body trading
machine, and wondering... what if?
THE END
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