Title: waiting?
by sam from Shropshire | in writing, fiction
Two hooded boys are sitting on a park bench. One is reading a book.
Pause
John: Bloody hell, mate'you're boring you are.
Dave: 'am I?
Pause
John: The reason I texted you was because I was bored! You're meant to be doing this with me.
Dave: What?
John: this
long pause with no movement. Dave returns to his book. John rises.
Fine I'm going.
Dave: No you're not.
Pause. John sits back down.
John: What the hell are you doing anyway?
Pause
Dave: Reading.
John: (disgusted) that's gay that is.
Dave: What?
John: Reading is gay. Mate.
Dave: Sorry I didn't realise.
He chucks the book to the floor. Pause. John peers down at the title of the book.
Dave: It's Beckett.
John: No it's not, you idiot, it's Waiting for Godott.
Long pause.
Are you going to carry on reading it then?
Dave: no'it's gay apparently.
John nods slowly. He stands up.
John: I'm going.
Dave: No you're not''Hollyoaks' wont be on for another hour.
John: No but 'friends' is starting in ten minutes.
Both sprint off
we get an insight into the life of two stereotypical yobs...loitering on a park bench.
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