Mother's Day
Title: Mother
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl, Madame Boss (talked about)
POV: N/A
Notes:
-Well, I suppose I might as well give a bit of background. Where I come from, the family is the basic unit of society. Here, it seems that kids are trying to disown their family and live by the quote "Friends are God's way of making up for family" or something like that. Well, I was intrigued by this idea and did a bit of research on it. I do think that family bonds are very special bonds found nowhere else- I've always thought this was how it worked. America has some pretty radical ideas. Over time, I think I've grown more used to people considering friends much more important than family. Still, it's always been quite a clash for me.
-I got an idea from the setting and scenery of this piece and sketched out a quick drawing- whoopee for me!
-I'm having issue with the formatting. Can anyone suggest a way to format pieces such as this? It's similar in style to Holiday and Lost.
You remind me of my mother.
What was she like?
She was a beautiful woman.
Thank you, Sir. You remind me of my father.
What was he like?
He was stupid horny old bastard with more balls than brain.
Thank you, Executive.
This conversation took place in a shabby room, over a chipped red porcelain bowl of almonds. The walls were dirt-gray and peeling and cracking all at once. There was a threadbare carpet sprawled on the floor, and upon it rested a chair with a broken back, a formerly four-legged kitchen stool, and a scratched-up table half-propped up with old newspapers. It was late afternoon, and in the autumn, the sun was sliding from the sky already. The mottled, grimy windows blotted the remaining sunlight. The two occupants would eventually have to resort to the solitary light bulb swinging from the dusty rafters above the table, looking like a brittle old cocoon.
The man wore a tailored Italian suit, crisp with rustling fabrics, a deep musky cologne, and an expensive large watch. His suit jacket hung behind him on a teetering coat rack. The woman wore a slinky red dress with crystals sprinkled across the back, sensual in cut and color, an exotic perfume, and dangling diamond earrings. Her white fur mantle lounged on the splintery edge of the broken chair back.
We’re both helpless little orphans. Isn’t that cute?
Adorable, Executive, simply adorable. The man smiled and helped himself to an almond. Despite the fact the rather large bowl was already halfway empty, the almond had only been his third. It was his companion that had devoured the majority of the almonds, all the while complaining about her weight. It was the thought that she could possibly be pregnant again that had prompted him to compare her to his mother.
She was a beautiful woman, he continued, and I hated her.
Wow, what a happy family you guys must have been.
Yes, we were happy and peaceful- as long as she was in Viridian and I was in Vermillion. The man paused. She was a stupid woman. She was more concerned with running a business than an organization.
Sir, actually I think we are technically a business.
Oh? Then you wouldn’t say that power and control are our objectives?
Money is power and control, Sir.
Exactly. But we make money for power and control, not for… Well, you know when there is money for the sake of money? And then there’s power for the sake of power? This is more like the power. She was for the money.
Whatever. I feel fat today. Do you think I’m fat, Sir?
No, I don’t think you’re fat. But my mother was concerned with something quite different than what she should have been. An expression of distaste crossed his face. Perhaps it was from a bad almond. Perhaps it wasn’t. I’m sure she knew she could seize power, almost as much power as I made within my first few years here. But she was quite a coward, wasn’t she?
Whatever. I think you’re lying. I’m fat, aren’t I?
You haven’t been looking at those ugly anorexic little runts, have you? Those little things producers have been trying to market because they’re cheaper to feed? Well, my mother was a coward, Executive, and when opportunity knocked she called security. You know I hate cowards in charge. She was unfit. She had everything she needed to take the world by force, and she was afraid to. I hate weaklings like that.
No, I haven’t been looking at magazines! I’m fat, aren’t I? And you’re just avoiding the question!
Executive, you have such curves, and if it weren’t against etiquette and if I wasn’t afraid of getting my suit dirty I would make love to you right this very moment. But say, it is basically a crime against nature that such the weak should have power over the strong. It’s an offense. It needed to be bought to justice. If she would not take the world by the neck, she was not only unsuitable for her role but denying me my own power too. Thus, a double crime. It needed to be stopped!
Thank you, Sir… So am I fat?
I highly enjoy your body. But so, it was crime against nature that the weak should suppress the strong, and so force was needed to arrest that crime. Opposing forces, I suppose. We never got along well. I was disgusted with her, and she was disgusted with me. Not only that, we were never close, and we always would expect that the other would be something that we weren’t, if you know what I mean. And we both sorely disappointed each other, my mother and I.
I’m just asking you, am I fat?
Do you think you are? Oh, I remember, she was never the mother I wanted. I suppose I thought of a mother as a tutor of sorts, a mentor to help me on the path to greatness and power, oh yes, power. And she thought of a son as a servant of sorts! An extra hand to carry out inconvenient tasks. We both tried to use each other, I suppose, I suppose we did. Well, you know how that turned out.
Yes I do think I’m fat! And don’t tell me you’re agreeing!
I prefer women with figures, you know. But you cannot deny she does affect me to this day. From my younger days, I suppose she, or rather the thought and idea of her, was the one individual to affect me the most. Of course, that’s not saying much, is it? Not very many individuals in my life back then, you know. Just the faceless crowd. Everyone a blur. And with only my mother the only constant face… Perhaps I expected too much out of her, perhaps I expected her to be something she wasn’t. Perhaps I was unfair.
Women- wait, women? Plural? Oh, so are you seeing another there women, Boss, because if you are, I’ll be very, very, very angry-
Executive, it’s a phrase, and no, I am not seeing other women! I think that in my life, I have only known two women, my mother and you. Is that strange for a man? I don’t think so. Compared to my mother, all women are too good to be real, and compared to you, all women are too real to be good.
He likes playing with words, and even if it was just sweet talk, she giggles. You’re flattering me. I feel fat now.
They smile at each other and then burst out laughing.
This concludes our little rendezvous, I believe. We’d both better get back to the office before everyone panics. He reluctantly pulled his jacket back on, then extended a hand to help her up.
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you, Executive.
Sir?
Yes?
About your mother…
The old pussy, yes?
Well, she was your mother, and you’re her son, you know.
A fact I have denied since I was twelve.
Well, grow up then.
He chuckled. I will, I will.
There’s something about family, Sir, that you can’t deny.
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl, Madame Boss (talked about)
POV: N/A
Notes:
-Well, I suppose I might as well give a bit of background. Where I come from, the family is the basic unit of society. Here, it seems that kids are trying to disown their family and live by the quote "Friends are God's way of making up for family" or something like that. Well, I was intrigued by this idea and did a bit of research on it. I do think that family bonds are very special bonds found nowhere else- I've always thought this was how it worked. America has some pretty radical ideas. Over time, I think I've grown more used to people considering friends much more important than family. Still, it's always been quite a clash for me.
-I got an idea from the setting and scenery of this piece and sketched out a quick drawing- whoopee for me!
-I'm having issue with the formatting. Can anyone suggest a way to format pieces such as this? It's similar in style to Holiday and Lost.
You remind me of my mother.
What was she like?
She was a beautiful woman.
Thank you, Sir. You remind me of my father.
What was he like?
He was stupid horny old bastard with more balls than brain.
Thank you, Executive.
This conversation took place in a shabby room, over a chipped red porcelain bowl of almonds. The walls were dirt-gray and peeling and cracking all at once. There was a threadbare carpet sprawled on the floor, and upon it rested a chair with a broken back, a formerly four-legged kitchen stool, and a scratched-up table half-propped up with old newspapers. It was late afternoon, and in the autumn, the sun was sliding from the sky already. The mottled, grimy windows blotted the remaining sunlight. The two occupants would eventually have to resort to the solitary light bulb swinging from the dusty rafters above the table, looking like a brittle old cocoon.
The man wore a tailored Italian suit, crisp with rustling fabrics, a deep musky cologne, and an expensive large watch. His suit jacket hung behind him on a teetering coat rack. The woman wore a slinky red dress with crystals sprinkled across the back, sensual in cut and color, an exotic perfume, and dangling diamond earrings. Her white fur mantle lounged on the splintery edge of the broken chair back.
We’re both helpless little orphans. Isn’t that cute?
Adorable, Executive, simply adorable. The man smiled and helped himself to an almond. Despite the fact the rather large bowl was already halfway empty, the almond had only been his third. It was his companion that had devoured the majority of the almonds, all the while complaining about her weight. It was the thought that she could possibly be pregnant again that had prompted him to compare her to his mother.
She was a beautiful woman, he continued, and I hated her.
Wow, what a happy family you guys must have been.
Yes, we were happy and peaceful- as long as she was in Viridian and I was in Vermillion. The man paused. She was a stupid woman. She was more concerned with running a business than an organization.
Sir, actually I think we are technically a business.
Oh? Then you wouldn’t say that power and control are our objectives?
Money is power and control, Sir.
Exactly. But we make money for power and control, not for… Well, you know when there is money for the sake of money? And then there’s power for the sake of power? This is more like the power. She was for the money.
Whatever. I feel fat today. Do you think I’m fat, Sir?
No, I don’t think you’re fat. But my mother was concerned with something quite different than what she should have been. An expression of distaste crossed his face. Perhaps it was from a bad almond. Perhaps it wasn’t. I’m sure she knew she could seize power, almost as much power as I made within my first few years here. But she was quite a coward, wasn’t she?
Whatever. I think you’re lying. I’m fat, aren’t I?
You haven’t been looking at those ugly anorexic little runts, have you? Those little things producers have been trying to market because they’re cheaper to feed? Well, my mother was a coward, Executive, and when opportunity knocked she called security. You know I hate cowards in charge. She was unfit. She had everything she needed to take the world by force, and she was afraid to. I hate weaklings like that.
No, I haven’t been looking at magazines! I’m fat, aren’t I? And you’re just avoiding the question!
Executive, you have such curves, and if it weren’t against etiquette and if I wasn’t afraid of getting my suit dirty I would make love to you right this very moment. But say, it is basically a crime against nature that such the weak should have power over the strong. It’s an offense. It needed to be bought to justice. If she would not take the world by the neck, she was not only unsuitable for her role but denying me my own power too. Thus, a double crime. It needed to be stopped!
Thank you, Sir… So am I fat?
I highly enjoy your body. But so, it was crime against nature that the weak should suppress the strong, and so force was needed to arrest that crime. Opposing forces, I suppose. We never got along well. I was disgusted with her, and she was disgusted with me. Not only that, we were never close, and we always would expect that the other would be something that we weren’t, if you know what I mean. And we both sorely disappointed each other, my mother and I.
I’m just asking you, am I fat?
Do you think you are? Oh, I remember, she was never the mother I wanted. I suppose I thought of a mother as a tutor of sorts, a mentor to help me on the path to greatness and power, oh yes, power. And she thought of a son as a servant of sorts! An extra hand to carry out inconvenient tasks. We both tried to use each other, I suppose, I suppose we did. Well, you know how that turned out.
Yes I do think I’m fat! And don’t tell me you’re agreeing!
I prefer women with figures, you know. But you cannot deny she does affect me to this day. From my younger days, I suppose she, or rather the thought and idea of her, was the one individual to affect me the most. Of course, that’s not saying much, is it? Not very many individuals in my life back then, you know. Just the faceless crowd. Everyone a blur. And with only my mother the only constant face… Perhaps I expected too much out of her, perhaps I expected her to be something she wasn’t. Perhaps I was unfair.
Women- wait, women? Plural? Oh, so are you seeing another there women, Boss, because if you are, I’ll be very, very, very angry-
Executive, it’s a phrase, and no, I am not seeing other women! I think that in my life, I have only known two women, my mother and you. Is that strange for a man? I don’t think so. Compared to my mother, all women are too good to be real, and compared to you, all women are too real to be good.
He likes playing with words, and even if it was just sweet talk, she giggles. You’re flattering me. I feel fat now.
They smile at each other and then burst out laughing.
This concludes our little rendezvous, I believe. We’d both better get back to the office before everyone panics. He reluctantly pulled his jacket back on, then extended a hand to help her up.
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you, Executive.
Sir?
Yes?
About your mother…
The old pussy, yes?
Well, she was your mother, and you’re her son, you know.
A fact I have denied since I was twelve.
Well, grow up then.
He chuckled. I will, I will.
There’s something about family, Sir, that you can’t deny.