The Argument
You can’t keep doing that you know.
Doing what?
That.
What?
What you just did.
What did I just do?
You threw me into the wall again
No I didn’t.
Yes you did.
When?
Look, you’re doing it again.
No I’m not.
Yes you are.
Prove it.
How?
You tell me.
There’s blood on the floor for Christ’s sake!
Where?
There.
Where?
Here.
You wouldn’t know that.
Why?
You’re not here.
Yes I am.
No you’re not.
Don’t you see me?
No.
Don’t you hear me?
I heard you once.
When?
I think you called out for me.
I did?
Yes.
I want to call out for you again.
I know.
Shall we give it a go?
Yes.
When?
Whenever.
Ok.
Copyright © Francesca Cabral | Year Posted 2012
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