"I'll Be Home Soon" - A Short Dialogue (Patreon)
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Vic x MC, with the prompt, "I'll be home soon."
9 p.m. Your shift just finished—now, the walk back to your apartment. You phone rings and you answer, smiling. Vic—and the sound of traffic in the background. They're walking home, too.
MC: Hey.
Vic: Hey. Done with work?
MC: Yeah—you?
Vic: You tell me.
MC: You’re done.
Vic: Oh?
MC: I can hear the city. Is it louder in person?
Vic: Just about.
MC: Have you fallen in love with it yet?
Vic: Don’t be ridiculous—you know me.
MC: You’re a misanthrope.
Vic: Thank you.
MC: You know, I heard there’s two kinds of people. Those who love New York and those who hate it. No one’s ambivalent.
Vic: Sounds about right.
MC: Your shoe-box apartment not cutting it for you?
Vic: I haven’t slept in a twin XL since college.
MC: Spoiled.
Vic: You know my feet dangle off the edge?
MC: You’re not that tall.
A pause. You hear an ambulance in Vic’s background—that’s the way it is, you imagine, in New York City.
MC: You sleeping okay?
Vic: Like a rock.
MC: Really?
Vic: Yeah. Thanks for the noise machine. And the ear plugs.
MC: I didn’t want you to grow too many bags while you were gone.
Vic: Asshole.
Another pause.
Vic: But, I guess I am missing something here. Besides peace and quiet.
MC: Yeah?
Vic: Yeah.
Vic: I wish you were here.
MC: I miss you, too.