Short Story #2 -- A Dialogue
'There you are. I've been waiting forever.'
'My apologies. I had a little...matter to attend to.'
'Everything ok?'
'Well yes, now that it's over and done with. And how are you, my dear? Still facing the day with that headstrong disposition of yours?'
'Ha, sure.'
'Ah, obviously by that rather sarcastic remark I believe it is safe to assume that there is something on your mind. Am I right?'
'I don't want to talk about it.'
'See, that is why Americans are a strange phenomenon. Wholistically you are portrayed as the loud, arrogant, outspoken warriors of the West, often times speaking and acting before any thought is invested in the expenditure, and here I find you, quite the opposite...always in thought, always in reserve, perhaps overly pensive and never communicative.'
'And see, that's why you Brits are considered stuck up and snobbish...always using big words in that nasty accent you guys have, always sticking up your noses and leering down them at the rest of the world criticizing and point out everything that's wrong with us and right with you.'
'And what is your point, my pet?'
'My point is we're both stubborn and set in our ways and there's nothing that's going to change that.'
'Point taken. But going on that very logic you bloody well know that I'm not going to cease my questioning until you tell me what exactly is tick-tocking in that obscure little head of yours.'
*sigh* 'Yeah you're right. The truth is I'm feeling suffocated.'
'Suffocated? Well, now we're certainly entering uncharted waters. Please continue with your story.'
'Honestly, I like the home that I'm staying in. They took me in and they take very good care of me. But lately, it seems that the magic is disappearing. I don't really care for anything anymore. All of these exercises that they put me through. It's all very tiring and boring and so damn repetitive. I want something more, something different.'
'What exactly is it you're searching for?'
'I don't know. Something.'
'Yes well that narrows it down quite a bit, doesn't it?'
'Oh shut up, you prick.'
'Haha, I am merely jesting, your royal highness. Perhaps next time I shall ask your permission before I pay your lady insults.'
'Whatever, I'm going back inside.'
'No no! Mighty sensitive today, aren't we? I apologize, my pet. Here, I will help you find a solution to your predicament.'
'Sure.'
'Perhaps what you need is a change of scenery. A change of location.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean we poison the guards, steal the keys, sneak into the stables, borrow a pair of steeds, unlock the gates, and ride off into the silvery moonlight. Which translated in American means we bust you out kiddo.'
'.....'
'What's wrong, my dear? Have I insulted you again?'
'No. No it's just that this plan of yours....it might just be the thing that I need.'
'Ho-ho! I told you so! Leave to me and my snotty nose to conjur up a rather pleasing plan of perilous ponderings and pompous procurements!'
'....Um, right. So, let's talk about gettin' the hell outta here.'
'Such language, child!'
'Shove it.'
'All in due time my pet. All in due time.'
'Pervert.'
'I only speak of the truth dear. Ok, back to serious things. Where would you like to go?'
'If we're talking about a real change of scenery, I say we go head over to your neighborhood.'
'I beg your pardon?'
'I want to go to Britain.'
'Do you now? Are you sure?'
'Yes sir.'
'Well, you certainly won't regret it. Great sites, great food, great entertainment, and you'll be in the company of the most charming chap that Britain has to offer.'
'Haha, sure.'
'When shall we leave?'
'Right now. I'm gonna go back and get my things. Just wait here for me okay?'
'Will do madam.'
'I'll be quick. Be right back.'
******
'How is she?'
'Restless. Tired. Exhausted. How else could she be?'
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.'
'No, of course not. I'm sorry. It's just that...I have this feeling, y'know? This gut feeling that she just wants to get out...that she's finally ready.'
'Maybe she is. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I'm in any position to say that her prognosis has no hope. But maybe she just wants us to accept the reality of the situation and find peace with ourselves.'
'Perhaps you're right. I think it is about that time. She's held on for so long. Heh heh, I can just picture what's going on in her mind right now. I bet she's dreaming of running away somewhere, going across the seas to see castles and courtyards, all in an effort to find her own fairytale.'
'Yes. I know what you mean. Well, what do we do?'
'You go on home, look after the kids. I'll stay here until she leaves me.'
'Ok sweetie. Give me a call, ok?'
'Ok.'
'Bye.'
******
'Have you returned, my pet?'
'Yes sir.'
'Are you ready then?'
*sigh* 'Looking back, I know I'm leaving a lot behind. But, my time here is done. I've served my purpose. C'mon ol' chap. Let's go.'
'As you wish my lady. Come, take my hand. Let's have ourselves a good time, shall we?'
******
'Ms. Adams?'
'Yes Doctor?'
'I'm afraid that she's finally left us.'
*smiles* 'I had a feeling she would. Thanks for all your help Doc.'
'You're welcome. Take care now.'
'I don't know where you're going, but I know you'll have the time of your life. Goodbye Mom. You take care of yourself now.'
'My apologies. I had a little...matter to attend to.'
'Everything ok?'
'Well yes, now that it's over and done with. And how are you, my dear? Still facing the day with that headstrong disposition of yours?'
'Ha, sure.'
'Ah, obviously by that rather sarcastic remark I believe it is safe to assume that there is something on your mind. Am I right?'
'I don't want to talk about it.'
'See, that is why Americans are a strange phenomenon. Wholistically you are portrayed as the loud, arrogant, outspoken warriors of the West, often times speaking and acting before any thought is invested in the expenditure, and here I find you, quite the opposite...always in thought, always in reserve, perhaps overly pensive and never communicative.'
'And see, that's why you Brits are considered stuck up and snobbish...always using big words in that nasty accent you guys have, always sticking up your noses and leering down them at the rest of the world criticizing and point out everything that's wrong with us and right with you.'
'And what is your point, my pet?'
'My point is we're both stubborn and set in our ways and there's nothing that's going to change that.'
'Point taken. But going on that very logic you bloody well know that I'm not going to cease my questioning until you tell me what exactly is tick-tocking in that obscure little head of yours.'
*sigh* 'Yeah you're right. The truth is I'm feeling suffocated.'
'Suffocated? Well, now we're certainly entering uncharted waters. Please continue with your story.'
'Honestly, I like the home that I'm staying in. They took me in and they take very good care of me. But lately, it seems that the magic is disappearing. I don't really care for anything anymore. All of these exercises that they put me through. It's all very tiring and boring and so damn repetitive. I want something more, something different.'
'What exactly is it you're searching for?'
'I don't know. Something.'
'Yes well that narrows it down quite a bit, doesn't it?'
'Oh shut up, you prick.'
'Haha, I am merely jesting, your royal highness. Perhaps next time I shall ask your permission before I pay your lady insults.'
'Whatever, I'm going back inside.'
'No no! Mighty sensitive today, aren't we? I apologize, my pet. Here, I will help you find a solution to your predicament.'
'Sure.'
'Perhaps what you need is a change of scenery. A change of location.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean we poison the guards, steal the keys, sneak into the stables, borrow a pair of steeds, unlock the gates, and ride off into the silvery moonlight. Which translated in American means we bust you out kiddo.'
'.....'
'What's wrong, my dear? Have I insulted you again?'
'No. No it's just that this plan of yours....it might just be the thing that I need.'
'Ho-ho! I told you so! Leave to me and my snotty nose to conjur up a rather pleasing plan of perilous ponderings and pompous procurements!'
'....Um, right. So, let's talk about gettin' the hell outta here.'
'Such language, child!'
'Shove it.'
'All in due time my pet. All in due time.'
'Pervert.'
'I only speak of the truth dear. Ok, back to serious things. Where would you like to go?'
'If we're talking about a real change of scenery, I say we go head over to your neighborhood.'
'I beg your pardon?'
'I want to go to Britain.'
'Do you now? Are you sure?'
'Yes sir.'
'Well, you certainly won't regret it. Great sites, great food, great entertainment, and you'll be in the company of the most charming chap that Britain has to offer.'
'Haha, sure.'
'When shall we leave?'
'Right now. I'm gonna go back and get my things. Just wait here for me okay?'
'Will do madam.'
'I'll be quick. Be right back.'
******
'How is she?'
'Restless. Tired. Exhausted. How else could she be?'
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.'
'No, of course not. I'm sorry. It's just that...I have this feeling, y'know? This gut feeling that she just wants to get out...that she's finally ready.'
'Maybe she is. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I'm in any position to say that her prognosis has no hope. But maybe she just wants us to accept the reality of the situation and find peace with ourselves.'
'Perhaps you're right. I think it is about that time. She's held on for so long. Heh heh, I can just picture what's going on in her mind right now. I bet she's dreaming of running away somewhere, going across the seas to see castles and courtyards, all in an effort to find her own fairytale.'
'Yes. I know what you mean. Well, what do we do?'
'You go on home, look after the kids. I'll stay here until she leaves me.'
'Ok sweetie. Give me a call, ok?'
'Ok.'
'Bye.'
******
'Have you returned, my pet?'
'Yes sir.'
'Are you ready then?'
*sigh* 'Looking back, I know I'm leaving a lot behind. But, my time here is done. I've served my purpose. C'mon ol' chap. Let's go.'
'As you wish my lady. Come, take my hand. Let's have ourselves a good time, shall we?'
******
'Ms. Adams?'
'Yes Doctor?'
'I'm afraid that she's finally left us.'
*smiles* 'I had a feeling she would. Thanks for all your help Doc.'
'You're welcome. Take care now.'
'I don't know where you're going, but I know you'll have the time of your life. Goodbye Mom. You take care of yourself now.'