Pregnant With Giants

I feel pregnant with giants.    The harder I push, the greater the resistance.  Fragments of them fall out.  They have strangenames (strange names, strangenames someone has strange names) like Zembrawr and Kendilickan.   They all claim to be metrosexual, their behaviors though are asexual.    The couch upon where they sit has puncture marks.

At night they keep me up.   During the day, I attempt to counsel them but they’re nowhere to be found.    Sometimes, a ghoulish fragment pulls me aside.  He possesses no eyes.   Somehow he sees everything.   He tells me about a woman who will appear in my life.   We’ll marry.  Maybe have kids.  When I press for further details, he vanishes.

What remains is emptiness and the next segment of my screenplay–

               EXT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT

               Damian gasps for air.

               Will slides down a rope, lands inches from Damian.

                                   WILL
                         This shit's crazy!  What's in this
                         wine?

               Damian snorts.  Picks himself off the ground.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Grapes.

               Will climbs halfway up the rope, swings and shouts--

                                   WILL
                         Grapes!  How I love grapes!

               Damian heads inside.

               INT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT

               On the floor, beside the kitchen sink, Charlie's curled up in
               a ball.

               Damian kicks him.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Wake up.

               Charlie doesn't budge.

                                   CHARLIE
                         I'm awake.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Sit up, then.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Why?

                                   DAMIAN
                         I wanna talk.

               Charlie opens one eye.  

                                   CHARLIE
                         You wanna talk?  That's a new one. 
                         You never wanna talk.  

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why did Kate send you here?

               Charlie picks himself off the floor.  Rifles through the
               cooler.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Where's the feta cheese?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Charlie...

                                   CHARLIE
                         Tell me you two didn't eat the feta
                         cheese.

                                   DAMIAN
                         We didn't eat the feta cheese. 
                         Kate promised she wouldn't send
                         anyone here.  What the fuck are you
                         doing here?

                                   CHARLIE
                         If you didn't eat the feta, where
                         the hell is it?  I did bring it
                         didn't I?  I remember it in the
                         basket.

               Damian pulls Charlie away from the cooler.  Grabs him by the
               neck.  Pushes him into the wall.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Was she upset?

                                   CHARLIE
                         No.  Everything was peachy.

               Damian pushes Charlie onto the floor.  Gives him a swift kick
               in the back.

               Will rushes in, arms flailing about.

                                   WILL
                         Yo, Damian you gotta try--

               Charlie spits up blood.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What, Will?

                                   WILL
                         The swing.  You gotta try it.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Yeah.  I will.

               Exiting the log cabin, Damian pushes past Will, nearly knocks
               the boy over. 

                                   WILL
                         What's with him?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Everything.

                                   WILL
                         I'm hungry.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Well, you can't have feta cheese.

                                   WILL
                         Yeah, I know.   I ate it all.

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