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desert tea party with just desserts, midafternoon
under a joshua tree, a round kotatsu filled with cakes and biscuits, and tea can be seen because it's the only thing one can see.
a little girl with a yellow balloon tied at the end of her braid, an old man with long gray hair and beard, a full skeleton of a cow with human phalanges instead of hooves sit around it. the teapot is boiling beside a red brick with VII : X written on it and smeared with white icing.
now: mr mushroom man, is the tea boiling?
the old man raises a bony finger and opens his mouth.
nine: now, now. patience, patience!
mr mushroom man curls his finger, rests his hand down the table and nods.
now: well, it's late in the afternoon and we've not yet drank a drop.
nine: (pushes a bowl of biscuits to her) sweets, sweet?
now: no thanks nine. my sweet tooth fell out yesterday. (opens her mouth and tongues the gap between her front teeth and continues to talk with her tongue filling the space) the tooth fairy said it cost more than normal tooth. so i had it taken out while it's still intact.
nine: how much?
now: a lottery ticket. first prize is a trip to the moon.
nine: now, now! we don't have nights here!
now: that's why it's that expensive. i think.
mr mushroom man: fuckin sly!
now: mister! (glances at the brick) words, words!
the tea boils up. now jumps up and down her seat, the yellow balloon tugging her hair slightly.
now: one glass please! (she is now standing, bent over with her hands on the table)
nine: (chuckles) you mean cup, now?
now: no! i want a tall glass. amber liquid foamy on top that makes merry men merrier men marrying maidens-- maidens with curled hair and bodies like the tall glasses. so merry men can be merrier than ever. gimme a tall glass! a tall glass! that tea is delish, i could smell it!
nine stares in horror, mouth hanging open like its jaw is about to fall off. mr mushroom man drums his fingers impatiently waiting for it to fall off. he grumbles and stretches a finger to poke at the hanging jaw. it wiggles loosely. he giggles at it and does it again and again. until it falls off, almost on the white cake but mr mushroom man catches it and waves it above his head. it almost hits now's yellow balloon so the girl shrieks.
now: oi oi oi
nine grabs its lower jaw and returns it to its place. it points a bone-finger.
nine: now, now! where on rivers and necks did you learn of that?
now: (tries to fix her hair nonchalantly) ax did. (glances at the brick) ax told me a lot of things. (giggles, fingering the frosting off of ax and licking it) it must be all the sugar. so! tea please!
mr mushroom man: thought it just ears.
nine: (lowers down to ax) she's just a wee starling darling wanting nothing. please, please. don't take her away.
now bangs her tea cup against the table, rattling plates and the pot. she chants 'glass' over and over again.
mr mushroom man: aye.
he produces a smoking pipe and a folding scissor from his grey beard. he cuts some of his beard and stuffs it into the pipe, looks around and dips his pinkie on the cake frosting and dabbing the glob into the pipe too. now continues to chant and bang the cup on the table until she accidentally hits nine's skull, detaching it from its body. it bounces against the desert floor.
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now shrieks, scrambling to the skull. mr mushroom man says nothing, burning a breadstick he lit from the small stove, lifting the teapot for a second and returning it.
he lights his pipes, watching the girl shriek endlessly.
now: (crying) this doesn't make any sense! what i've known, i don't know, i've never knew! this doesn't make sense. are you leaving? are you leaving? look you stupid stupid thing! you're making me talk in repeat! just like you! i like you a lot. don't leave, don't leave!
nine: (just a voice in the wind) now, now. hush, hush.
nine's lower jaw loosens and drop off again. its body collapses into a pile though its human hands stay intact open upwards on the table.
now shrieks again, calling its name over and over again until she is just counting up to nine. mr mushroom man blows smoke. the tea still boils, loudly than before. now looks back at him.
now: mr mushroom man! are you for real?!
mr mushroom man raises a bony finger and opens his mouth, smoke pouring out.
now: aren't you lovers?! mr mushroom man. mr mushroom man. mr mushroom man.
mr mushroom man curls his finger, rests his hand down the table, sliding it towards nine's intact hand, and holds it tightly and nods.
now grunts and bents down, picking nine's skull. in the process, her yellow balloon is pierced by nine's horn, bursting it in a quick pop. she squeaks and drops dead to the ground, nine's skull first, sandwiched between the dirt and her body. it cracks from the pressure but the horns still manages to pierce through the little girl's body.
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mr mushroom man: (to ax) fuckin sly.
the tea boils loudly. too much heat that the lid rattles from too much heat. mr mushroom man sighs and smokes. he still manages to puff a cloud of stiff smoke when the teapot exploded, hot tea and shards flying in all directions.
mr mushroom man: (mutters) aye.
and he is stabbed in the throat and right eye and the hand that held nine's phalanges. he dies sitting like that, pipe in mouth and holding nine's hand.
ax, once covered in white frosting, is drenched in tea and blood.
pause
the sun dries the tea and blood in a sticky mess.
and ax is a brighter shade of brick red.
end scene.
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if it's not clear:
now - little girl with a yellow balloon tied at the end of her braid
mr mushroom man - old man with long gray hair and beard
nine - a full skeleton of a cow with human phalanges instead of hooves
ax - red brick with VII : X written on it
--
another desert product that survived
wrote it all in paper (rarely handwrite stuff that's not poetry)
started out as a script but i was thirsty and mindlessly changed the format and whatnot
i dont know
not sure where to put it really
ha
now - little girl with a yellow balloon tied at the end of her braid
mr mushroom man - old man with long gray hair and beard
nine - a full skeleton of a cow with human phalanges instead of hooves
ax - red brick with VII : X written on it
--
another desert product that survived
wrote it all in paper (rarely handwrite stuff that's not poetry)
started out as a script but i was thirsty and mindlessly changed the format and whatnot
i dont know
not sure where to put it really
ha
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this is brilliant