Untethered (Writing Challenge Day 21)
MAN
You let him lose again?
WIFE
He ran away!
MAN
You couldn’t have catched him?
WIFE
You know how fast he is. You try!
MAN
Yeah, I will. I always end up fixing your fuck-ups.
WIFE
Please do. He might bite old Mrs. Priscilla again.
MAN
That’s the least of our worries. Mrs. Priscilla will rant all she wants, but she’ll never call the cops.
WIFE
Oh, where is he? The kernel looks so empty.
MAN
If he gets caught by the authorities, I’ll buy you a new one.
WIFE
How could you! Terrence is…well, he’s part of the family.
MAN
Don’t forget that he’s not one of us.
WIFE
Of course I can’t. Just the way he puts his socks on everyday reminds me that he’s not one of us.
MAN
I’ll leave in a while. Let me just grab my keys.
WIFE
Please do. I can’t stand the thought of him being cut apart to be eaten by some bum.
MAN
We have laws against that.
WIFE
When have the laws protected us? Quickly now, find him!
MAN
Let me just get my gloves. Right, left. Have you seen the middle one?
WIFE
Check my tongue-ring drawer. You always misplace stuff there.
MAN
What if I can’t find him?
WIFE
Go door-to-door with the neighbors. Of course, don’t start with crankly old Mrs. Priscilla.
MAN
And I’ll just knock-knock, ‘Hey, excuse me, have you seen a little human boy, he’s yay-tall, answers to Terrence?’
WIFE
Don’t be silly. Bring a picture of him. This one. He always looks so nice with this collar on. Black, matches his hair. Oh, do bring him back. I don’t want to buy a new one.
