So bored at work as usual. I decided to write down a conversation that had been playing in my head and make a tiny short story of it. I'm not a writer, so it's not a deviation
Two friends sit in a sparsley populated cafe vacantly sipping their cafe-whatevers, apparently content to sit in relative quiet.
Out of the blue one of them snaps to attention and asks, "Do you ever think about that laser plane the airforce is building?"
"The laser what now?" She musters up just enough lilt in her voice to mask her disinterest in the topic.
"They want it to shoot down missles or something..."
"Oh right... yaaa. what about it?"
"What if the beam hits a flock of birds? They'd get vaporized, no one would probably even know it happened." He pauses for a moment to ponder the image. "There they are, flying along with all their family and friends, off to the mating grounds or wherever.. and ZAP! they're turned into red mist."
"Your just being morbid, and since when did you care about birds anyways?" She tries to find her place in a magazine article. Adding with a mischeivious smile, "They probably shouldn't be mating with their family anyway."
"Well, I don't dislike them... damn, I'm just trying to make conversation you know?"
"Fine. You want to talk about birds getting lasered?"
"I guess so.. yeah"
"Well what if when the laser hits your precious flock of birds, the beam gets deflected just a fraction of a degree, and misses a nuclear missile that's been launched by some rogue state at a major city? Those birds wouldn't matter much then, would they? Once a whole city gets vaporized as well." She mimics the sound of an explosion and traces a mushroom cloud in the air for effect.
"Why've you always gotta be so dramatic, and who's the morbid one now?" She has one-upped him once again.
"That's why you love me."
He gulps down the dregs of his now-cold cofffee. "I suppose your right. We should get out of here; movie starts at 3:45, yah?"
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