Timothy and David

“A word if I may Timothy.”
“Certainly. If it is about Jonathon, I must tell you that we have been reluctant to acquaint with him. We all thought it best to not address an invite to tonight’s dinner his way.”
“On what basis?”
“Well, we all have found him so very disagreeable. Always opposing your own words, which I am sure you have noticed.”
“That is called conversation.”
“Argumentative more like it.”
“Then argument.”
“But it’s more than that.”
“No Tim, it’s not. Jonathon at least has the belief in his own views and courage to express them. Perhaps if my other friends could practice similar-”
“Evening dinner shant be a torrent and feisty affair. We all hold occupations of such ingredients to test our souls.”
“Does earth’s creation, Man’s existence, our social structure not hold importance Timothy?”
“Of course, I dare not dispute such a claim.”
“No you are one of the many who never fails to agree and dares not oppose the status quo. More openness man, more openness is the ticket.”
“That is not fair David, you questioning my integrity in such manner.”
“My opinion is one to observe but your wife’s opinion is one you should acknowledge and take heed. I have noticed her loss of vigour and interest but of course it is something I would dare not bring up at the dinner table. Such a torrent and feisty issue.”
“How dare you. Perhaps your fault is allowing rumour and presumption to blind your reason and compassion. You and Jonathon can keep your boundary-less topics of discussion and cold hearted analysis of people who have done you no harm and guilty only of paying you the highest of respect. Is that enough openness for you…well?”
“If I express worry over seemingly off limit topics it is because I do care and can withhold no more.”
“Save it for Jonathon.”
“I admire your new blunt nature Timothy, perhaps we can be acquaintances once again.”
“Damn you, I am leaving.”
“Yes, we can surely converse again soon. I hope to no end we can converse. Oh Timothy if you could only see the vacancy in the eyes of your once life filled bride, you would cry. I myself cry when she reveals this past exuberance, after she has revealed much more to me in that bed you occasionally sleep in. Oh Timothy she is such a torrent and feisty lay.”

Timothy and David


Hobart, Australia

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finished reading The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde on the weekend and wrote this dialogue piece.

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