“I need to see you.”
“It’s late, you should stay.”
“How do you like your eggs?”
“So, dinner tomorrow?”
***
“What, what’d I say?!”
“No no, that’s not what I meant!”
“I’m sorry, really.”
“So…ideas for dinner?”
***
“Geez, what crawled up your ass and died?”
“I was just kidding, seriously.”
“I don’t think I’m the one being unreasonable here.”
“oh fuck.”
“FUCK!”
“I’m not hungry.”
***
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Oh…really.”
“It’s not me, it’s you!”
“Yeah? Well, maybe you won’t miss me, but your family will.”
“By the way, your [mother, father, sister, brother] is crazy.”
“I’m taking the stainless steel frying pan.”
***
“Well, what a nice surprise. How long has it been?
"I was sorry to hear about your [mother, father, sister, brother]."
“Ah jeez, that’s messed up.”
“Did you get a second opinion?”
“Doctors, what do they know; they’re all just guessing!”
“Fine, fine; well, I could complain, but we’d be here all night.”
“If there is anything I can do, anything at all...”
“Tell your family I said “Hello”; I always liked them.”
“Well, gotta go; I’m late for dinner.”
Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press, December 2019
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