Real Life
By: Trivette Lover Heather
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"I can't believe this stuff." The black haired man said, taking a break from his reading.
"You can't believe it? In most of these stories you and I fall in love." The man with the mustache replied, looking up from his manuscript.
"It's crazy, I mean there are stories where I die, come back to life, then die again...there was one in particular where I thought you were dead, and lost my mind, pretended like you were still there." He shook his head and laughed slightly.
"I read one earlier where I cut my wrists....its not finished yet, but I sure am interested to see how it turns out."
"I had one where the good Father got killed, I mean there is more sniper fire in these stories then there ever was in real life." He nodded his head up and down.
"Well at least I stay faithful to my wife in most of the stories."
"With a women maybe, I got at least half having you fall for me, Frank, Radar you name it."
He threw his head back in laughter. "Good point...well I've read more than one with you and Margaret having a good ole time."
"Yeah well, who's to say that stuff never happened...?" He smiled then continued. "...and there is this one guy who just writes 100 word stories...they're actually pretty good."
"Yeah I read a bunch of those...we would have had fun with those conversations, had we actually had them." He chuckled a bit.
"Some of these are really quite depressing." Another man broke in, a little late; he couldn't pull himself from his reading. "You and I just died in this story."
The black haired man answered "Let me guess...sniper fire?"
The white haired man chuckled. "I'm afraid so." He lifted the paper back up to his nose.
"These people write about everything, from our childhood to our old and gray days." The man with the mustache commented. "And you're right some of these are very very depressing...you read this one?" He handed it over to the black haired man.
"Hmmm, Back in the World... yeah I got half way through and had to stop, just about broke my heart..." he put his hand through his thinning black hair. "I may just leave her a review worth crying over...anyway I vote we take a break guys. Anyone up for lunch?"
"You Paying Alan?" The white haired man asked smiling.
"Of course not William...It's Mikes turn."
"That's fine with me, but if you two get taken out by sniper fire on the way to car, I'm leaving your butts behind!"
----THE END!
AN: Please let me know if you don't get it. & Please review...it helps me, help you! Take care –TLH ‡
"I can't believe this stuff." The black haired man said, taking a break from his reading.
"You can't believe it? In most of these stories you and I fall in love." The man with the mustache replied, looking up from his manuscript.
"It's crazy, I mean there are stories where I die, come back to life, then die again...there was one in particular where I thought you were dead, and lost my mind, pretended like you were still there." He shook his head and laughed slightly.
"I read one earlier where I cut my wrists....its not finished yet, but I sure am interested to see how it turns out."
"I had one where the good Father got killed, I mean there is more sniper fire in these stories then there ever was in real life." He nodded his head up and down.
"Well at least I stay faithful to my wife in most of the stories."
"With a women maybe, I got at least half having you fall for me, Frank, Radar you name it."
He threw his head back in laughter. "Good point...well I've read more than one with you and Margaret having a good ole time."
"Yeah well, who's to say that stuff never happened...?" He smiled then continued. "...and there is this one guy who just writes 100 word stories...they're actually pretty good."
"Yeah I read a bunch of those...we would have had fun with those conversations, had we actually had them." He chuckled a bit.
"Some of these are really quite depressing." Another man broke in, a little late; he couldn't pull himself from his reading. "You and I just died in this story."
The black haired man answered "Let me guess...sniper fire?"
The white haired man chuckled. "I'm afraid so." He lifted the paper back up to his nose.
"These people write about everything, from our childhood to our old and gray days." The man with the mustache commented. "And you're right some of these are very very depressing...you read this one?" He handed it over to the black haired man.
"Hmmm, Back in the World... yeah I got half way through and had to stop, just about broke my heart..." he put his hand through his thinning black hair. "I may just leave her a review worth crying over...anyway I vote we take a break guys. Anyone up for lunch?"
"You Paying Alan?" The white haired man asked smiling.
"Of course not William...It's Mikes turn."
"That's fine with me, but if you two get taken out by sniper fire on the way to car, I'm leaving your butts behind!"
----THE END!
AN: Please let me know if you don't get it. & Please review...it helps me, help you! Take care –TLH ‡