Excerpt: "Bird Names" (Modus Dialogukung)

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  1. The past. As teens, Ron and Margaret meet for the first time while working a summer job.

    “Hey you."

    "Me?"

    "Yeah you. I’m making breakfast. Want some?”

    “Sure. What do you have?”

    “Bacon and eggs."

    “Yes!”

    “Well that was decisive. You like bacon and eggs that much, huh?”

    “Bacon grease is my middle name.”

    “I sincerely hope not.”

    “Well, what’s yours?”

    “You don’t even know my first.”

    “Don’t tell me. I’ll guess that one later.”

    “Luna.”

    “Luna? That’s a beautiful middle name.”

    “Thanks. What’s yours?”

    “Jeffers.”

    “Really?”

    “What? Are you making fun of my middle name?”

    “That’s kind of a weird name. I’m sorry.”

    “Ok, wow, I was just kidding. My middle name is Jay.”

    “Like the letter or like the bird?”

    “Like the bird.”

    “I love Jay Birds. I think they’re beautiful. Back home we have a quiet meadow. They always flit back and forth there. Playing games in the long grass, dancing in the sunshine, singing their songs.”

    “That does sound beautiful.”

    “I only wish I could understand them. If I knew their songs, their games or their dances -- well, I think I’d join them then. Right there in the quiet of the meadow.”

    “Mmm. I’d like to see that.”

    “Who knows. Maybe someday you will.”

    “That’d be creepy. I’d have to be spying on you probably.”

    “Probably. That would be creepy.”

    “Anyways, I think we got a little off topic. What’s your name again?”

    “I never gave it to you. You have to guess it.”

    “Oh right. Thanks for holding me to my word. Is it Lily?”

    “Nope.”

    “Christa?”

    “No.”

    “Rose?”

    “No.”

    “Samantha.”

    “Want me to tell you?”

    “Give me a hint.”

    “Starts with an ‘M.’”

    “Mary?”

    "Ew. No.”

    “I was hoping not. How about Morrigan.”

    “It’s Margaret.”

    “Ugh! Why’d you tell me! But I actually like that name.”

    “What were you expecting?”

    “Well, it’s my experience that the most beautiful women also have the ugliest names.”

    “That was smooth.”

    “Off the cuff too.”

    “And what’s your name?”

    “Oh, you don’t want to know that. It’s an awful name. Mostly my friends just call me by my last name.”

    “What’s that?”

    “Lark.”

    “So another bird name?”

    “Seems like it."
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