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Author: Ron
Started: 17/10/06
Last Edited: 29/11/09
Published: 17/10/06
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Two Old Farts On A Park BenchOutline: First published on GetWriting and the title is a link to the original Reviews. One says to the other, smiling, "Mind if I join you? Cleo! Come here! Calm down, girl. What's the rush? Blimey! Dogs? She wears me out some days. Hi!" The black Labrador returns instantly to sit by his side, not taking her eyes off the other dog for a second. "Hi," says the other old fart. "Cirrus! Stay, boy!" The white Alsatian glances up quickly then resumes his fancy a shag leer. "I can tell why you call her Cleo. She's a pretty one, eh?" "Doesn't actually bathe in milk but she can drink a gallon in a sitting, ha!" "Yeah, I bet. What a lovely coat. Cirrus! Stop it! You're not the only nice dog in the world! But I guess you know that, boy, eh, judging by the look in your eye? Calm down, eh?" "Dogs, eh? Somedays I can't tell ‘em apart from humans. He's nice, how old is he?" "He's two, and just discovered real life!" "Handful, eh?" "Neh! Not really. Does what he wants so long as he knows I know about it. Doesn't try to cheat me while asking for everything. Most things I give him ‘cause he deserves it. He's great, really." "Yeah, know what you mean, she's the same. Difficult to say no when they look at you like that, eh?" "Bloody impossible, sometimes!" "Dogs, eh?" "Yeah! Dogs!" "Shall we let them go?" "Why not? Cirrus, you be good, eh?" "There they go. See, no problem." "‘Who let the dogs out', eh? Ha!" "Don't worry!" "Don't worry, I'm not!" "Nice to see them run, isn't it?" "Oh, you bet! And the snow is perfect today. Dogs like the snow." "Perfect for us, too, today. This doesn't happen very often." "Can't remember the last time it did it." "Anyway, what's your name?" "Jonathan" "Hi, Jonathan, I'm Chiang." "You are joking, aren't you . . . Chiang?" "What's so funny?" "Nothing, nothing, honest, please, nothing! It's just . . . well, you know? Chiang?" "What, on Earth, are you on about?" "Hey, listen, honest. Not trying to be funny here, but, it's one of those funny meetings where you get a flashback to something unconnected but at the same time, somehow, connected. Know what I mean?" "You've lost me. What are you talking about?" "Your name, Chiang!" "Connected to what?" "A story." "Don't think I read it!" "Looking at the origins of your face, I'd say you may have inspired its author." "What's up with my face?" "Nothing, nothing. Look, don't take this the wrong way, but, what do you think is wrong with this world?" "Well, if you put it that way, I think that not enough people realise the beauty all around and clamour for riches over the bodies of fallen adversaries who could have been best friends on an ideal day. Cleo! Cleo! Don't growl at him like that! He's your friend, come here, girl!" "See, told you I was right! You are Chiang!" "What, on Earth, are you talking about, Jonathan?" "No such thing as coincidence, Chiang . . . the 'Jesus Gull' from JLS?" "Ah, you mean that old movie, Jonathan Livingston Seagull? I'm not that Chiang! I just work down the takeaway!" "Maybe so, but your mind doesn't! Cirrus! Stop licking her, everybody's watching you, boy!" "Anyway, I've got to go, Jonathan, see you again, I hope. Merry Christmas." "Yeah, I'm sure we will meet again. Merry Christmas to you too, Chiang." |
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