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.