Ok son you gots 10 minutes. Ain’t spending all day talking to you. Me and the bats got better things to do with our time. Now what is you want? Hurry up son. Hurry up….
….wait, wait! I can stop you there Mister. You wanna know why I live out here? On me own. In a cave. Yeh, yeh I’m the local freak. The hippie who lives with the bats and the bears. What’s yer point son? Ask me summink original if you can…!
Snap to it lad! Cat got yer tongue? Come all the way up here and yer staring at me like I got three heads and five legs. Ah hah. You think I’m a freak too? Ach, past being bothered what anybody thinks. Specially the likes o’ you with yer agendas and focus groupies.
You write what you like son. Sures you were gonna anyway. Away! Scram! Leave me alone. Go ahead. Call me a freak all you want. All them down there can say it too. I ain’t carin none. Wars I fought so you lot could have yer video games, textphones and cable TV. Folks I killed so you could point and laugh at the likes o’ me. Think on that for a minute why don’t you!
Now come on, times up. Get goin’. Oh and son…son! In yer paper, or whatever it is you do, you call me what you like. Have a big laugh. Just don’t call me a coward lad. Don’t you say I ain’t a patriot. Don’t you dare.
(Picture courtesy of http://englishrussia.com/2011/01/07/romance-of-the-hermits-life/)
This 258 word one sided conversation is my entry into the Trifecta Week 80 writing challenge. Apologies in advance to anyone who thinks it’s complete nonsense. Thought it was time to step out of my comfort zone and try something new. Thinking of the word “Freak” brought this character into my brain. I hope some of you might like it!