Vagabond

Vicky: Yes.

Olly: Verily, verily. I’m bored already. This game is monotonous. My vocabulary is improving.

Vicky: Oh, brother. Let’s call… Rick in.

Olly: Rick makes me want to become a prostitute.

Vicky: You’ve been worse things.

Olly: I have N…. Well, maybe I have.

Vicky: Ready?

Olly: I hate him.

Vicky: Rick!

Rick: Shut up!

Olly: You shut up!

Rick: No, you!

Vicky: Both of you, shut up! Rick, come in here.

Rick: Ok. (Enters.)

Vicky: I  remember you being taller.

Rick: Yeah, I’ve shrunk a lot. I’ve been smoking and/or not caring about anything.

Olly: Yes, well, you look good.

Rick: No thank you. You look horrendous.

Olly: No. You’re jealous.

Rick: Probably am. I’m that messed up.

Vicky: Do you wish to go on a date?

Rick: Sounds unenlightening.

Olly: I remember my last date. It was three years ago. It was at some bar in the town. It was a very dry place without many hopeful people in it. All of these men had come to believe that they no longer had anything to offer this world because for so long they had been lost in a world of illusion and dependence…. They didn’t want to, not really but the alternative of living in reality drove them insane and made them even more miserable than when they were hardly able to stand or speak. Maybe they believed all talk and productivity was meaningless since they would one day be like everyone else…. Dead and forgotten.

Rick: I just thought dating was a bore. All women, men and androgynous characters…. Things… whatever are the same. They… well, you know what they do. These are times when I wish it was natural to like other creatures. Maybe even children… Sounds perverted and creepy now but if it were natural no one would be shocked at all. Funny how things work out that way. Suddenly everything could be completely different from the way things have always been if the world worked in a completely different natural manner. It’s so weird. I want to go to sleep.

Vicky: You two drive me nuts with your philosophies that aren’t so much philosophies as much as they are whines. Curmudgeons. How dare you think the world should be run contrary to the way things are. Probabaly you’re gonna say you’re idealist but you’re just pseudo-intellectual whines, and you suck at both

Olly: I want to go to some stores. Not so much stores as I want to go out. Just out, Swing open the doors and walk somewhere…. Maybe the mall… Maybe in the woods… Definitely not all alone. I know that much for certain.

Vicky: Being alone can be very nice. Don’t have to worry about anypone’s feelings but your own. It’s most wonderful. Imagined bliss

Olly: No more illusions, please. No more perhaps and maybes. I want concrete realities for once.

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[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

"Vicky: I remember you being taller.

Rick: Yeah, I’ve shrunk a lot. I’ve been smoking and/or not caring about anything."

haha this exchange made me laugh! as did the "prostitute" line..

aside from a few niggling spelling issues, this is yet another vividly written piece. engaging, realistic dialogue seems to be your forte