it's a crowded road. it's close to that time of the afternoon when schools get off so everything looks like a traffic jam. max is sitting beneath a bus stop fanning himself furiously while charlie sits drooling, with tongue extended.
charlie: what're we doing here again?
max: this is our last chance to save humanity
charile: save it? from what?
max: i don't know. from itself maybe...
charlie: hmmmm....
(they sit in silence)
charlie: you know, max, i don't think we're at the right place
max: why do you say that?
charlie: i mean there's not much happening here... like there was a jam here sometime ago, there's an old man sitting staring into space next to us, there are two kids waiting, for i don't know, the bus or something, there's a man selling water across the road, there's a fat woman crossing the road. i mean, there's no black hole or monster or anything here. is there?
max: no no no, that's how it happens, it's a moment thing, there's no build up to it, the event happens, and you have to react to it then and there. you know, there's no weighing the pros and cons. the event wants your natural response to it, and it gets that by marginalising your response time...
while max is in the thick of his explanation, a maruti van stops near the children. two burly types get out of it and grab the children and get back into their wagon of doom. the van drives off. people just stand around looking.
charile: fuck, what now...
max: over to plan b
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tis ones very hollow...makes an interstng teaser for plan B though.. but wr d fuck is plan B...or ws it reffered 2 sumwr in d story... shud presume i dint get d joke... introductions r interesting...
made me stick and read on right till the end.
But "wagon of doom"? wtf!?
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