Odd Couple

PROLOGUE

Him: A tallish lad with dark hair that's short on the slides and fashioned in a non-ironic comb-over. Plastic rimmed glasses, black. T-shirt, red.

Her: An average sized gal with mousy brown, slightly frizzing triangle hair. Hooded sweatshirt, white.

Them: Nondescript blue jeans and flat shoes, sneakers maybe. Youngish, no older than 33, I'd say.

Me: A smallish framed woman with dark straight hair parted down the middle, a little bloated. Cat eye sunglasses, black. Wrap dress clamped shut by crossed legs, grey.

ACT ONE

Them: Walking Easterly by for the first time.

Me: Eating a salad laden with fried chicken, and a side of fried pickles, looks up at Them.

Him: Comb over blowing in the wind. Looking stoic. Good posture.

Me: Thinking, "How sad! Youngish hipstery kid with a non-ironic comb-over. Poor buddy."

Her: Walking close, left arm reaching up to place her left hand on his right shoulder.

Them: Silent.

ACT TWO

Them: Walking Westerly by me same her-hand-on-his-shoulder formation.

Me: Looking up from my John Waters book, thinking, "How strange."

ACT THREE

Them: Walking Westerly by me again!

Me: "When did they walk back by?!? I missed it! What weirdos!"

Her: Walking briskly three steps in front of him, arms crossed.

Him: Semi-trying to catch up with her.

Them: Still silent.

DENOUEMENT

Me: Still watching. Wondering what possibly could have transpired during their silent back and forth pacing.

Him: Catches up to her and puts his arm around her.

Her: Arms still crossed trying to pull away.

Him: Arm now around her neck.

Her: Leaning into his chest as if in a headlock.

Him: Rubbing her back. Slowly migrating his hand to her ass.

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