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Past Imperfect – #504

Brian, left: “What the hell are you doing? I’m standing here looking incredibly sexy even though there seems to be something neutered going on with my pants.”

Mary, right: “I’m just so fed up with people I want to scream and bang on something loud.”

Brian: “Okay. Are these people you don’t like off to our right? What are you looking at? Is there a script over there? Because I’m not really sure where we’re going with this scene.”

Mary: “No, Neuter Pants. I’m checking to see if I have a pop-up on my laptop.”

Brian: “That sounds like a medical condition. Do I need to call somebody? And what would I tell them if I did?”

Mary: “You seem a bit slow, so this might not sink in, but I have it set up so that every time there’s a new post on Crusty Pie or Bonnywood Manor I get an alert.”

Brian: “That sounds like a medical condition and an insane asylum. Why do you care what happens there?”

Mary: “Because he gets me.”

Brian: “Is he a bounty hunter? Have you done something that I should know about?”

Mary: “You are really starting to annoy me. Can you go be pretty somewhere else?”

Brian: “Well, actually, no. I sold the shirt off my back just so I could get another beer on Bourbon Street and now I don’t have any money for the city bus. So I’m stuck here until we get free public transportation or the writer of this piece figures out where the story is going.”

Mary: “Hmm. You sound a little bit like Brian right now.”

Brian: “Probably because my name is Brian.”

Mary: “No, not you Brian, the other Brian, the one who writes the two blogs I just mentioned mere seconds ago in this dialogue. Why is it so hard for you to keep up?”

Brian: “Probably because I’m just a guy in a random black-and-white photo that is being forced to speak dialogue that he never would have uttered just so some random blogger can vainly try to up his traffic stats. This is getting far too meta for someone without a shirt to comprehend. And yet… I feel compelled to participate in this cavalcade of surrealism.”

Mary: “That’s the clincher! Brian… well, the other Brian, seduces you with his twisty ways until you become addicted, at least in his own mind, and you can’t help but yearn for another fix. And like I said, he totally gets me. I can rant away about how Not-My-President Trump is a tiny-fingered psychopath and Brian is right there clicking his approval like a woodpecker.”

Brian: “Brian seems amazingly sage and wise. Does he know why you’re wearing a royal gown and a crown?”

Mary: “Oh, that. Well, he might not be quite up to speed with this development, but in order to deal with the outrage of Trump, I had to create my own country where I could live until he’s impeached or the mothership transports him back to Planet Cheeto. And since I took the time to create this other country, I think I should be the queen of it, right?”

Brian: “Well, I don’t really know about that. But I do know that you look strikingly similar to a young Jessica Tandy.”

Mary: “And you look like a younger Marlon Brando. Weren’t they in a play together a couple of centuries ago? Something to do with New Orleans and poor choices and a streetcar named… what was it?”

The Other Brian: “Desire. Or Hope. Or Change. Or Why the Hell Can’t People Just Do the Right Thing Instead of Being Self-Obsessed Wankers without Compassion for Their Fellow Man.”

Brian: “I rather like him.”

Mary: “Yeah, well, don’t get too enamored. He has his moments, but he can be a little crotchety sometimes.”

 

Note: This post is a shout-out to Mary at It’s All In Perception. She hinted that she would like to appear in a Past Imperfect, and I know a guy who can make that happen…

 

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      • I am waiting (impatiently) for you to go through a couple of months more of my stuff, till you reach where I began writing (almost)weekly 100-word Flash Fictions, and hoping for some pleasant, positive reaction. 😉 😳

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        • I am looking forward to the Flash Fictions. (They taunt me every time I visit you site, and I read a few of them before I decided to just start your experience at the beginning.) I rarely comment on the older posts (unless I get really excited about one, as you’ve seen) since you’ve presumably moved on with your life. But now that you’ve invited me to do so, brace yourself… 😉

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    • Yep, that’s really Jessica, on Broadway with Marlon, circa 1947ish, originating the role. (Yet they didn’t cast her in the movie although the film producers certainly snatched up Marlon. Go figure, right?) And I welcome folks demanding roles, especially if they manage to submit a vintage photo that fills me with inspiration. Oh, wait, you already did that, with your musical ancestors, a submission that led to the creation of one of my Top Five personal-fave Past Imperfects. This somewhat makes you royalty, as a question concerning this matter will surely show up in the official Bonnywood Manor Trivia Board Game that will surely be released in… my dreams… 😉

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