while i was writing that last post.
TITLE: THE CUTEST THING EVER
It’s a dark room, lit only by the soft glow of the computer monitor. A DISHEVELED MAN sits, alone in a rickity old chair he had from college, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, a pale excuse of a man. Rather, a man child. Do Make Say Think plays from the computer speakers, courtesy of last.fm.
OWEN enters the room
(the pitter patter of his tiny feet announces his presence)
“Papa.”
The DISHEVELED MAN continues typing, the click of the keyboard the absent response to the little boy’s call.
OWEN stands next to the chair.
“Papa.”
OWEN grabs the hand of the man at the computer.
“Papa, papa.”
OWEN pulls the DISHEVELED MAN’S arm off the armrest and keyboard.
(OWEN kisses the back of the DISHEVELED MAN’S hand.)
“Mmmm-uh!”
The DISHEVELED MAN smiles, the monitor glows, the music continues. The DISHEVELED MAN reaches down, picks up OWEN and gives him a big hug. Together they exit the room to go find the PATIENT MOTHER, so the story can be told.
