Tuesday, 1 November 2016

train

-can i draw on your arm?

no.

-please?

ok, but you can't use your sharpie.

-but i wanna use my sharpie.

sharpies are really hard to clean off.

-that's exactly why i wanna use my sharpie.

you are really that bored, aren't you?

-yup.

ok.

--wow, that's amazing. how old is she?

-i'm five.

--really. can i take a picture of what you are doing?

-no.

--why? it's really lovely.

-because i have to let the copyright people see it first.

--oh,the copyright people. ok. sorry to barge in.

-oh whatever, you can take your picture.

--really? thank you.

-sure. i saw the design on a book anyway.

--hahaha.

--she's really something isn't she.

yea. she never ceased to amaze me.

--so are you just the dad? or are you also the mom?

i'm pretty much everybody for her.

--i see. is it too early to ask where the real mom is.

no, i don't mind. she's..well, she's somewhere far.

--oh.

yea. we have this contract not to see each other again. ever.

--oh. was the contract rightfully signed by your respective representing attorneys?

it was a pinky promise.

--oh, ok. hi i'm alex.

tom.

--where are you getting off?

last station.

--me too. you know what? i know a place just a block from the subway who's got this killer steak and great line of wines.

yea. maybe next time.

--it's next door to a playshop that serves chocolate fountain.

oh. ok. good good.

--yea?

i could use some wine right now.

--ok then. so..