Two Men Sitting: Scenarios

This was something I did for a class assignment, but I liked it enough to put it here.

Scenario: Two men sitting on a bench looking out over a park with a city surrounding them.

1.  “Thomas, you’re so sweet,” Alex said to his boyfriend as they watched the clouds in the place they first meet walking their Terriers on same trail at the only park in this city.

  “Happy anniversary, Al,” Tom said as he snuggled his soul mate, feeling his chest rise and fall softly, his arms wrapped around Alex.

  The young couple had been dating for approximately four years when Tom decided to pop the question. Alex had been so excited and said yes, obviously. They married as soon as Tom’s tour of duty ended back in March. He had been the world to Tom ever since they met. Their families got along great, both from the coast, Alex from the east and Tom from the west.

  “I thought you might like this,” Tom continued as he stroked his partner’s silky blond hair. “You were always big on outdoorsy stuff.”

  “Oh, you enjoy this spot as much as I do, Charming,” Alex kissed Tom’s cheek, and they did a cute nose rub, laughing at their own silliness.

  Alex was the reason Tom wanted to join the military: to protect and die for the love of his life, the light of his whole world.

2.  Scott didn’t want to do this, but Isabella had insisted that he talk to Craig. She had discovered he had been drinking heavily the past few days and called her up when he was absolutely wasted. “I wanted you to tell him to stop calling me, sober or not,” she snapped at Scott while he took his coat off the rack. “And be back soon, I’m making dinner tonight.”

  “Okay darling, I’ll see you later. Love you, goodbye,” he answered as he left to meet with her ex-husband.

  Craig was easy to find: sitting alone on a worn-out bench, clothes damp, buttons off their marks and a bottle in his left hand. The scruffy man cocked his head up at Scott as he approached and sat down on the far side of the bench.

  “She sent you, didn’t she?” Craig nodded to Scott, who shrugged indifferently.

  “I knew she did, she always had me do stupid errands for her,” the drunk continued, fiddling with his bottle.

  “She made you get tampons at stores?” Scott blurted aloud.

  Craig snorted. “Everything, man. And she could not cook to save her ass.”

  They both laughed, then Craig offered his bottle. “Beats her dinners, man.”

3.  Robbie inhaled the fresh air through his ventilation systems that his creator Dr. Kline Calvin, world renown roboticist, designed. He made Robbie with the world’s first ever positronic brain, the kind that gifts artificial intelligence with human consciousness. The good doctor and his golden boy masterpiece traveled around the globe, educating all mankind about the immense potential these new robots had to solve problems that humanity has struggled with for centuries. And now they were finally home, back in Livingston.

  Yet Robbie knew somehow something was wrong. He had been given no signs from Dr. Calvin that he was ill, but while his logic core tried to get him to focus on the beauty of his hometown landscape, Robbie couldn’t help but feel that there was a problem present. He searched his memory banks for the proper word and found it: intuition.

  “You’re dying,” Robbie concluded as he sat down next to Dr. Calvin.

  “I’m human,” he chucked faintly as he attempted to hide his pain from his adoptive son. “All humans have to die.”

  “But you’ll leave me so alone. Why do you have to die?” Robbie questioned him.

  “I will forever live on through you, my lovely son.”

4.  “Hi, son,” the old man croaked happily, seeing his boy.

  “Hi, Dad,” the younger man averted his eyes from his father‘s shadow.

  “How are you doing boy?” the elder inquired with genuine caring.

  “I’m alright. Why don’t you sit down,” the offspring guided his father to a nearby bench.

  “I can sit down myself. I’m not that old.”

  The Son looked at his Papa, wanting to kiss and punch him.

  The Father glanced around expectantly. “Where’s your mother? I need to talk to her, but I lost my phone.”

  “I don’t know. Can’t we talk about something else?”

  “You listen to your old man, now. Where’s your mother?”

  “She’s not here, Dad.”

  “What do you mean she’s not here? I was on the phone with her yesterday-”

  “No you weren’t, Dad.”

  “Huh?”

  “You weren’t, Dad.”

  The old man coughed and laughed. “My memory is still crystal, boy. Go call your mother.”

  “No, Dad. Let’s not call Mom.”

  “She’s my wife, I want to talk, alright? I wasn’t nice on the phone when we last spoke, and I want to set things straight.”

  “Dad, Mom’s dead. She died three years ago.”

  “Oh.” Silence. Then, father turns to son. “Hi son.”

  “Hi, Dad.”

5.  Michael found him at their old spot. Daemon was leaning back on a bench, watching people as he tried to lure them with his dark influences. He stopped him before any real harm was done, which caused Daemon to twist his head viciously at Michael. “Mikey, you’re early.”

  “Well, I got a job to do,” He sat on the opposing end of the bench, daring the demon to try anything.

  “Don’t get your feathers in a bunch, Mikey,” Daemon grinned as he lit a blunt, blowing the smoke into the angel’s sculptured face. “I mean, you heaven guys are just so up tight and all you care about are rules, rules, rules. Makes me crazy.”

  “That’s why you cast your lot with the losing side, Daemon,” Michael replied as he felt the wispy smoke slam into his face.

  “What is so special about them though, Mikey? Why did the Creator of the Universe put it all on the line for these fools? You can’t say you never at least thought about that.”

  “I have wondered about the humans. Such a queer creation.” They both stared at the oblivious humans in the park and city, trying to see why He cared.