….“But what if it’s all true, what if none of this is real and we’re all just characters in a FUCKED UP story, written by some guy who can’t even hold a candle to the characters he writes for? What if you, and I don’t even exist? What would you think of the situation then? Would you still be scared?” He asks with a smug smile across his weathered lips.
“What do you mean guy? Don’t you think a woman could possibly be out there writing this shit?” she says as she gestures freely to the world around them.
His smug smile softens as the corners curl. “I didn’t mean to be sexist, I was just setting an example in place is all. How about I reword the some guy, to some one, will that work?”
“That’s not the point and you know it!” she spits quickly with a playful smile on her face.
“Then you have lost me, because I thought we were all about tickets and numbers, but now it’s all about words and meanings. Bit of a tall order ain’t it?”
“A tall order for you, or maybe just another plot point designed to lengthen the story’s runtime.”….