woman: wow this is a great closet but where will we put my husband’s clothes? ha ha ha
The realtor laughs forcefully at Wife’s closet jokes. He is so tired. Husband and Wife remind the realtor that this house doesn’t have that 7th bedroom they are looking for while also being a downtown apartment with a view. The realtor nods and assures them that their dream home is out there. His platitudes disgust even himself. A laugh track plays when Husband remarks that the kitchen will be perfect for Wife. Husband brags that he does not know the difference between a washing machine and an oven, and the laugh track plays on. Did this show always have a laugh track? The realtor no longer knows. He laughs along with the invisible crowd, broken and alone.
me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”
me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty
me writing dialogue: “Hello fellow character! I am speaking words at your face with my face!”
me writing internal dialogue: It was the curve of her lips that reminded him of the warm comfort of childhood, and he could swear the scent of fresh cherry pie permeated the air, even now. He wanted to respond, but his throat was choked by an emotion he could not name – an emotion he could only identify through another three paragraphs of shit like this.
Penhales 