“You know what day it is?” “Tuesday?” “Thursday, actually. But no, the date.” “I don’t know the day of the week and you think I know the date?” “They’re not the same thing.” “I don’t know. It’s October, right?” “Right.” “So. Thursday in October.” “Think about it.” “I don’t know how to think about it.” “What day is it?” “You already asked me. I…
“I’m going to get one of those truffle-hunting dogs.” “I thought they use pigs to hunt truffles.” “I’ve seen dogs do it.” “Yeah?” “Some dogs. Dogs with good noses.” “Dogs with pig noses?” “I don’t know about that.” “Some people use dogs to hunt truffles.” “Dogs don’t eat truffles.” “Pigs eat truffles?” “Pigs love truffles. You know how we like bacon? That’s how pigs…
As he finished putting gas in the car, she asked if she should buy more water. He said it was up to her. It depended on whether she wanted to die of thirst or over-hydration. On the way there she asked if she could listen to talk radio. He didn’t mind, he told her, as long as he didn’t have to hear it. Silence…
Over near the bar, THE WRITER stands alone, watching the people. He wears brown leather Topsiders with no socks, tan chinos and a Polo shirt under a navy blazer with brass buttons. His brow is furrowed behind dark glasses. He’s just discovered there’s no booze at this party. THE READER approaches. She nods politely in greeting to the WRITER. She doesn’t know he’s a…