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.

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