“You look sad.”
“Is that a crime?”
“No, I guess not, but life is too short to be sad.”
“Says who?”
“Says I.”
“Ah, so you’re a little smart ass, are you now? Well, thank you for the advice.”
“… You’re still pouting.”
“Well, of course I am. Just because you said I shouldn’t be sad doesn’t make me happy all of a sudden.”
“It should.”
“Why?”
“Because it reflects my caring.”
“I don’t even know you.”
“Me neither.”
“You don’t know yourself. Great! A psycho gives me advice on life.”
“I meant, that I don’t know you either.”
“And you didn’t take that as a hunch that I wasn’t going to be interested in your advice?”
“You don’t have to take it this ugly.”
“Whatever.”
“… You still look sad.”
“People like you make me sad!”
…
“Still.”
“Shut up!”
FIN. AIS
“A Sad One” by Remy L. Overkempe
Part of the short stories series, “Conversations.”
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