The Plot Point Kid

“How was your day?”

“Good”, he replies, grabbing a cereal bowl from the cabinet above the dishwasher.

“Cereal for dinner, again? Don’t you want to eat dinner with your dad and me?”


“Well aren’t your full of one word answers today”


“Did something happen at work today?”

“Look..”, he started, finally beginning to make noise. “I appeared too early in your story”

“What? What are you talking about honey?”

“Drop the crap, you’re 24 and I’m 10. We all know why you created me.”

“Sweetie, your father and I created you because we love each other – your the result of our love”

“Yeah, I’m sick of that. I know why I’m here – why I can speak and why you can see me. I’m here to make your plot point believable, but I’m just a fucking kid mom! Why couldn’t you use an adult or some other non-trite vehicle.”

“Honey, I don’t know what your talking about. Now your father is almost home, go wash up for dinner.”

“Damn it! I’m just a kid, don’t make me work so hard! Let me live! Or in some cases, stay dead”

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