7. In the Ditch

P:”I think about Dementia sometimes.”

R:”Where does this come from?”

P:”…”

R:”Do you?”

A vehicle comes in front of the shack.

We come out.

We get in.

P:”…”

R:”Yes?”

P:”The noises outside.”

R:”The come from the jungle.”

P:”What’s in it?”

R:”Animals.

What else?”

The driver breaks.

He gets off the car.

He pulls something from under it.

And throws it in the ditch.

P:”Animals…”

R:”It happens.”

P:”Where are we off to?”

R:”There’s no point discussing this now.”

P:”Then?”

R:”You love chicken?”

     A Bam on the door.

     The driver breaks.

     He comes off.

     Kick something into the floor.

     Kicks again.

     A crashing sound.

     Like broken glass.

     He kicks it in the ditch.

     I try to look at his boots.

     He’s already back in.

R:”Would you?”

     He hands me a water bottle.

P:”Yeah.”

R:”You’d rather not speak either.”

P:”I guess.”

R:”Let us play for now.”


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