Fiction — Choose
Sunday, October 22nd, 2006This is a fictional conversation that just popped into my head. It never happened. See the comment below for a more detailed explanation
They were lying in bed, snuggling in the dark. While he stroked her hair he suddenly asked, “If you weren’t with me, who would you be with?” At first she wasn’t sure what she had heard. “What did you say?” He repeated, “If you weren’t with me, who would you be with?”
She smiled and snuggled closer. “Like the Hollywood Five list? I suppose I’d be with, I don’t know, George Clooney. Yes, sure, George.”
He continued stroking and replied, “No, for real. In real life. Who would you be with?”
She was flummoxed. “No one, I’d be with you.”
“But you can’t be with me, that’s the rule of this game. You have to choose someone else.”
“But I don’t want to be with someone else,” she said, beginning to get upset. “I don’t like this game.”
“It’s all right, you don’t have to tell me,” he answered, and letting go of her rolled over to fall asleep.