Michael McGrinder

 

“Aha!” he said.

“Aha?” I said.

“Isn’t that what I said?” he said.

“Unfortunately, it is,” she said.

“You’re with my girl,” he said.

“I didn’t know you were dating,” I said.

“It’s very recent,” she said.

“Two glorious weeks,” he said.

“How did I miss that?” I said.

“Until now,” he said.

“Until now,” she said.

“Your girl isn’t betraying you,” I said.

“It’s true, I’m not,” she said.

“And if she is, it isn’t with me,” I said.

“And I suppose I’m supposed to believe you,” he said.

“Me?” she said.

“Me?” I said.

“Not you. You. Him,” he said.

“He’s being silly,” I said.

“It appears to be his level,” she said.

“You’re talking about me like I’m not here,” he said.

“Wishful thinking,” she said.

“You could do a lot better,” I said.

“I should damned well think so,” she said.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

“We’re planning on doing away with you,” she said.

“You wouldn’t!” he said.

“Thinking about it,” I said.

“It would be so much better with him out of it,” she said.

“Perhaps,” I said.

“You can’t treat me like this,” he said.

“Yes, he can,” she said.

“Who do you think you are?” he said.

“He’s the writer,” she said.

“I am,” I said.

“And you’re really thinking of getting rid of me?” he said.

“Rub you out,” she said.

“Delete you,” I said.

“Erase you,” she said.

“Write you out,” I said.

“Do it,” she said.

“Don’t,” he said.

“Please do,” she said.

“Please don’t,” he said.

“It’s a close call,” I said.

“You’ll have to do a lot of rewriting,” he said.

“That’s never easy, but I can do it,” I said.

“Please,” he said.

“Don’t beg,” she said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” he said.

“That’s about enough,” I said.

“Oh, no!” he said.

“Oh, good,” she said.

“He’s gone,” I said.

“Now do you think you might kill off some of the he saids, she saids and I saids?” she said.

“Oh?” I said.

 

© Michael McGrinder 2015