Party Pooper
“You know, you don’t really know me at all.”
“I’m sorry—What’s that?”
“I could be anyone right now. Literally, anyone.”
“Oh. OK. Actually, who are you?”
“You really want to know?”
“Um, sure. Yeah, I guess I wanna know.”
“I’m a banker, I live on Wall Street and thumb out checks to the big guns in Washington.”
“Oh. OK.”
”No, no, wait, I haven’t finished yet…”
”Okay, what‘s your name?”
“How do you know any of that is true?”
”I don’t know, is it? Actually, I’m not sure that I—”
”My name is Nick, I give to the homeless and I take care of children…”
”What is this, are you trying to tell me your Santa Claus or something?”
”No, no, but which do you believe? Am I Nick? Or the banker?”
”I don’t know, Nick? Because you gave yourself a name? Hey hey—Where’s Sara? John, have you seen Sara?”
”No, not in the past couple minutes.”
”Oh—“
”I mean, if I’m the banker, I can still be Nick, that’s not the point...”
”Oh, there’s Sara! Sara!”
”Like, I could be Bryan too, I could be anybody! That’s the point, I can just tell you something and—“
”O-M-G, Mei! It’s so good to see you! And, Georgie, get the hell out of here, why are you bothering my friends? Actually, why are you even here, who invited you?”
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https://www.theprose.com/post/719969/it-could-be-real @Ferryman “It could be real”
My apologies Ferryman, I believe I took your character and ran with them down the deep end…But I enjoyed the witty dialogue and imaginative description of your writing!