Humor Me
"It's real I tell you, real."
"No it is not Richard! Grow up."
"How can you say such a thing Ian? We have come so close to finding it." A pause, "I tell you what, I am going to Costa Rica in a few days, if I find anything I will send it to you."
"Richard."
A tired sigh, a head shake, I've-heard-this-a-million-times-before roll of the eyes.
"Ian I think we can pull this off."
"No, I haven't seen any proof as of yet I don't think you are going to find any proof. I'm thinking of calling the whole thing off."
"Ian please, give me a chance."
Pleading, resignation heard in a sigh.
"I just wish you would listen to me."
"Must I hear this speech again?"
A dry smile.
"Humor me."
"Very well, carry on."
"It's a dream Richard, a wish, a hope, a desire. It's never going to happen, this lost world of yours."
A smirk forms.
"Humor me Ian."
"…I hate you."
"Don't say that."
"Fine, fine! I'll give it one more shot, just send me some proof."
"Don't worry I will."
Two days have passed, a note and a specimen have arrived.
I WAS RIGHT AND YOU WHERE WRONG.
Damn you Richard.
TBC
Ya… rather short like the rest of them. Aw well… they aren't meant to be long.
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