Short one again! But short is fine. return of those annoying parts you don't like ;)
Do you ever think, like, time isn't linear. Like, everything somehow knows what it's future is. As though you're destined to have the encounters you have, good or bad...
Richard focused hard on where he wanted to be. He wanted to see the white room, to talk to the girl and learn what was going on. Why couldn't he get there? Garfield must have woken up hours ago; he no longer smelled jasmine when he turned his head to the side. Maybe it was time to give in and wake up.
"Hello, Richard."
"Wait, you're the girl!"
"Yes..."
"What's your name?"
"I have a feeling you shall learn that before I do."
Richard could see the large, black bird as it took flight, leaving through the window.
"Oh, I'm sorry; did I scare it off?"
"Probably. But I do not mind. I was hoping to speak with you. There is something I will need you to do..."
Instinctively, Richard bolted up and headed straight to his work table, oblivious to the events happening around him.
"Morning, Dicky-bird!...oh? Dick?"
He was scribbling something down on the post-its, but couldn't put together what he wanted to say. In his mind he knew what he needed to do, where he needed to go and when he needed to be there, but when he tried to think of the information in words it slipped like smoke from his memory. Yet, he knew if he ran away from the situation, he would non the less end up doing it all as though it was fated to happen.
"Hay, um, Dick? What's up?"
Garfield's question was greeted with a grunt.
"You, um, you need help?"
A third screwed up post-it was launched against the wall. Dick groaned and sank into a chair, prompting Gar to do the same.
"So... um... um..."
Dick grabbed his hand. "I'm OK, Gar."
He knew the kid didn't like it when people were angry. His ears would prick and he'd become defensive with a wide eyed intense stare, like he didn't know if he should hide or attack.
"You... You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure." He sighed "I was talking to that girl again..."
"Rachel."
"Who?"
"The, um, the girl... with the black hair... I-I … I didn't like reading Girl in Chains... So I called her Rachel..." Gar was rubbing his left arm and avoiding eye contact.
It was something Dick was used to seeing. He looked at the notes on the table and saw they had been re-written.
To Gar- Rachel Said:
'We are alike'
He moved his hand and saw the note he had managed to write.
Asked girl in chains-
'What's your name'
She said-
'I have a feeling you shall
learn that before I do.'
With a smile he ripped the post-it off the table, crumpled it up and threw it in the bin.
Asked Rachel-
'What's your name
She said-
'I have a feeling you shall
learn that before I do.'
As he finished writing the new note he looked at Gar, "So. Rachel? Like Friends?"
"Hah, maybe..."
"Didn't fancy calling her Monica or Phoebe?"
Gar shrugged. "I just thought she looked like a Rachel..."
"...You couldn't spell Monica and Phoebe, could you?"
With a smile, Garfield held his hand together and nodded. "Yep. Does it have 1 N or 2 Ns? And don't get me started on Phoebe!"
Setting: An interview stage with two, red tub chairs facing each other on a wooden floor. The audience is obscured by the spot lights.
In one chair sits Garfield Dayton in a red and black, geometric print shirt. The other chair is empty. A child in the audience is making a fuss.
Gar: Woah, I really hope David gets back soon... everything feels... calmer... when he's about...
*The child gets fussier.*
Someone shouts: Shut that child up!
*Gar contemplates leaving. Fortunately, David comes walking back with a German Shepard.
David: It's OK; I'm back. Sorry I took so long.
Gar: Oh, thank God.
David: I-I found the dog! But I couldn't find Nalia...
Gar: Again, who is Nalia?
David: Well... That's hard to explain... but for now, here is the dog...
*The German Shepard stood obediently next to David.*
Gar:… But... How do I talk to him?
