TBP’s Writer’s Guild #10 prompt: Well, there you are then; Come here child; It is sometimes vital to be misunderstood
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B: Well, there you are then.
A: What do you mean?
B: I mean, I made a castle on a rock next to the Hudson River, and you saw a rocket and blue flames.
B: Anyway. There you are.
A: Let’s ask the kid. Hey! Kid! Come here!
(a child enters)
A: Come here.
(the child walks over to A & B)
A: (Holding up the strange sculpture) What do you see?
(the child shrugs)
B: It’s OK, you can say. Tell me! I want to know your opinion.
C: You made this?
C: (shrugs again) I dunno. I looks kinda like, maybe, a…a… an arrow with a (gesturing with a finger)… a… thing…
B: Never mind. That’s OK.
A: See, even the kid doesn’t get it.
B: Art is only as you see it. You don’t have to get it.
A: Yeah, but that’s the thing, right? If I don’t get it, I don’t know what I’m looking at!
B: That’s not the point.
A: Did you mean this to be abstract, like modern art?
B: No. I mean, I didn’t mean it to be all that literal either. I was working with candy wrappers and other crap. You don’t build castles from candy wrappers and other crap.
A: I’m not trying to be a critic; I just want to know what you were thinking! I care about you. I care about what you do and what you think.
B: Love doesn’t mean having to be understood all the time.
A: Now you’re pouting.
C: Can I be excused?
A&B (talking over each other): Yes, yes…go play/finish your homework… (C exits)
(A&B sit in silence)
A: Ya know, the more I look at it, I see the castle. I get it.
B: (sighs loudly) Yeah, OK.
A: But, you see how I thought it was a rocket?
(B drops her head in her hands)
Wrote this pretty fast, like in 20 min, and edited for another 10 or so. Formatting for the blog? I never count that time