The following is a
short piece created by Rodolfo Perez.
The
Dialogue of the Damned
In the fiery caverns of
Hell sit two men. One, an adulterer, the other a murderer. An out of tune train
whistle blows, signaling the beginning of their lunch break, so they stand.
They wear no clothing, and as they walk together they speak:
Adulterer:
Lunch comes faster everyday doesn’t it
Jacoob?
Murderer:
I swure if they serve me one more snake
Imma, Imma-
Adult:
Get angry I reckon?
(Pause as they walk in silence for
a few moments)
Murderer:
Yas.
Adulterer:
I saw my step bother yesterday.
Murderer:
That’s not good.
Adulterer:
Yeah I didn’t think he would make it
here.
Murderer:
Who?
Adulterer:
(Pauses)
I forget.
The
pair enter a rather large lunchroom. A large square with no tables, only small,
low benches. They each grabbed a tray. As they wait in line for their small
portions of food they speak to each other again:
Adulterer:
Hey, do you ever wonder how many people
are here?
Murderer:
No.
Adulterer:
Me neither.
The
pair continue to speak about small topics as they near the food counter. For
the adulterer, he gets a small bowl of smashed up trout, a side of raw
potatoes, and a small cup of mixed pudding. The top half of the cup was
apricot. The bottom half was chocolate with brownie pieces. The murderer gets a
deep fried snake, a side of chicken nuggets, and a small serving of breakfast
hash. Each of them pick up a small carton of fat free milk. They find two seats
near the door. They eat their lunches hungrily. They finish before everyone
around them, so they stay seated, each smoking a cigarette. After a few moments
of silence, the adulterer speaks:
Adulterer:
They never have what I want to eat. You
would think they know I hate apricot.
Murderer:
How does this place not recognize I don’t
eat meat? That I’m a vegan?
Adulterer:
Were.
Murderer:
Shut up.
Adulterer:
Maybe heaven isn’t all it’s cracked up
to be.
Murderer:
Yeah (takes one last drag and puts out cigarette) heaven sucks!
Adulterer:
Right you are.
A
silence fills the room.
Adulterer:
What are you doing after this?
Murderer:
I gotta clean the boss’s car.
Adulterer:
Don’t leave a scratch!
Murderer:
I’m well aware of that.
(Pause)
Murderer:
Well, see you tomorrow!
Adulterer:
See ya.
The
lost souls shake hands, and exit though opposite sides of the room.
THE END
Anything you think is a mistake, isn't.
P.E.N.T.C.I.
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