a western in four acts
I don't even know. I decided to go poking at my unfinished NaNoWriMo thing but realized I'm still feeling pretty uninspired and meh. So instead I wrote a weird all-dialogue story? My logic is peerless. I know, I know.
Also my life currently consists of: heat-sensitive colour-change nailpolish, finally actually owning all volumes of The Boys, blackout poetry and pouting (only partially seriously) about the fact that the rest of The Walking Dead won't be airing until next Halloween.
____I.____
Do you remember what it looks like?
What what looks like?
Home.
Home?
Home.
No, I don’t.
I do.
How can you be sure it’s not just something you’ve dreamt up? It’s been so long
I think I’d know
How?
I just would.
A feeling?
Yeah. Something like that. Maybe it’s more like a fitting.
A fitting?
It’d be right, like.
Oh. The fire’s dying.
I know.
It’s cold.
Then come here.
Okay.
____II.____
Every time you say it’s going to be the last time.
I’m a liar. You knew that when we started this.
Yeah, I guess so. Were you lying before?
Before when? There’s been a lot of before.
When you said you wouldn’t let me die.
Oh. That.
Were you lying?
I hope not.
____III.____
This was what I meant when I said that I would know.
Oh?
See how we fit together. It’s right.
Yeah. I guess I see it.
Do you feel it, too?
I feel something.
You’re filthy. You know what I meant.
Yeah. I do.
What were you saying I do about, knowing what I meant or feeling it?
Yes.
That’s not an answer.
You talk too much. I have an alternative.
Oh.
____IV.____
What’s wrong?
Nothing. Why?
Oh. Well, something is going to be wrong soon, then. My timing’s kind of funny
You’re fucking spooky sometimes, do you know that?
Yeah. You don’t really mind, though.
Of course not.
Were you lying before?
What before?
When you said that nothing was wrong.
No.
No?
No. But I think I know what’s going to be wrong.
Yeah.
You already know, don’t you?
Could be. I’m not always right.
But most of the time you are. Just say it.
We’re going to die, aren’t we?
I said I wouldn’t let you die.
You were lying.
Are you alright with that?
I am.
Kiss me for good luck?
We don't need good luck. But I don't need an excuse to kiss you, either.
Okay. Are you ready?
For anything. Promise me you'll hold my hand, you know, at the end.
I will. I'm not lying this time.
I can tell.
You always could.
Also my life currently consists of: heat-sensitive colour-change nailpolish, finally actually owning all volumes of The Boys, blackout poetry and pouting (only partially seriously) about the fact that the rest of The Walking Dead won't be airing until next Halloween.
____I.____
Do you remember what it looks like?
What what looks like?
Home.
Home?
Home.
No, I don’t.
I do.
How can you be sure it’s not just something you’ve dreamt up? It’s been so long
I think I’d know
How?
I just would.
A feeling?
Yeah. Something like that. Maybe it’s more like a fitting.
A fitting?
It’d be right, like.
Oh. The fire’s dying.
I know.
It’s cold.
Then come here.
Okay.
____II.____
Every time you say it’s going to be the last time.
I’m a liar. You knew that when we started this.
Yeah, I guess so. Were you lying before?
Before when? There’s been a lot of before.
When you said you wouldn’t let me die.
Oh. That.
Were you lying?
I hope not.
____III.____
This was what I meant when I said that I would know.
Oh?
See how we fit together. It’s right.
Yeah. I guess I see it.
Do you feel it, too?
I feel something.
You’re filthy. You know what I meant.
Yeah. I do.
What were you saying I do about, knowing what I meant or feeling it?
Yes.
That’s not an answer.
You talk too much. I have an alternative.
Oh.
____IV.____
What’s wrong?
Nothing. Why?
Oh. Well, something is going to be wrong soon, then. My timing’s kind of funny
You’re fucking spooky sometimes, do you know that?
Yeah. You don’t really mind, though.
Of course not.
Were you lying before?
What before?
When you said that nothing was wrong.
No.
No?
No. But I think I know what’s going to be wrong.
Yeah.
You already know, don’t you?
Could be. I’m not always right.
But most of the time you are. Just say it.
We’re going to die, aren’t we?
I said I wouldn’t let you die.
You were lying.
Are you alright with that?
I am.
Kiss me for good luck?
We don't need good luck. But I don't need an excuse to kiss you, either.
Okay. Are you ready?
For anything. Promise me you'll hold my hand, you know, at the end.
I will. I'm not lying this time.
I can tell.
You always could.