She thought it was the first time that she saw him on that
fateful day, but she was unsure at first. He
came over the hill in a huff and wearing a
so-ratty-it-must-have-been-your-father’s NYU sweatshirt, with stains equally
as old. She made brief eye contact,
but as he passed she regained her attention to her untied sneaker and the
thought of her appearance as realized she was midway through her run.
“I’m just stocking shelves. I’m just stocking shelves,” he repeated in a murmur audible to only to dogs or someone very close. He was tempted to just hum a song, but no titles or lyrics seemed to come to mind as he completed his mundane task as he did every day, six days a week, in the most boring town of Plainville, Massachusetts. “I’ve got to get out of here someday, “he paused, “but that day ain’t today.”
a series of noises two aisles down ended with the sound of breaking glass, he
found himself in a full sprint as he mechanically responded.
When he rounded the end cap of neatly stacked soup cans, the mess he saw
on the floor was in stark contrast to the extremely well-put-together woman
before him. Incredulously she
responded to his astonished face, “I didn’t…”
“What do you mean?”
“Hold on to your hat, buddy, they
Dialog Exercise D
She was thinking of ways to hide her little secret. ”It
really is no big deal,” she found herself saying aloud.
“I was just rushing to get home because I needed to use the bathroom.
Those scratches on the side of the car were from the branches on the side
of that narrow road.” It sounded
believable she thought as the police walked up her front stairs.
The once-quiet doorbell now seemed like a gong and she
muttered as she opened the door, “May I help you?”
With a face that could only be described as stoic
With a face that could only be described as stoic replied, :”