“Here, you, move, you can’t sit there, that’s my seat. There’s lots of other seats, it’s a big park go find another.”
“Are you Sparra Farra?”
“Yes, who wants to know?”
“Been looking all day. I get an address it says Sparra Farra, Downtown Park, behind the fountain. You any idea as to how many Downtown Parks there are with fountains? Of course, you don’t, run off my feet I am.”
“Well you found me, and I don’t know you so piss off and go sit somewhere else. I’ve been on this seat the past thirty years and I ain’t giving it up for you or anyone else.”
“I can see why it’s a very comfy seat.”
“Of course, it is, well worn, over the years its shaped to fit me, just me, don’t worry I’ve had plenty try to get the better of me and take it from me by they learn quickly you don’t mess around with Sparra.”
“Ah a man of conviction, I like that.”
“More a man with a strong right-hand mister, you get my drift?”
“I think so, but you see I didn’t come to take your seat Sparra, I came for you.”
“Just who are you?
“My names Arnold.”
“Arnold? I don’t know any Arnolds.”
“No, I guess not. It’s not a very popular name these days. Such a shame. It’s held me in good stead you know.”
“So, what do you want from me?”
“Just your soul Sparra. It’s time for you.”
“My time?” Like death?”
“Yes, call it death, call it a transition, whatever, it’s all the same. Time for you to shuffle off.”
“Are you saying, Arnold, that you are death?”
“Yes, so come along we have a way to go.”
“Oh…so will there be a seat for me there?”
“I think some arrangement can be made.”
“I hope so, I’m used to a good seat..”
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/16/tale-weaver-145-16-11-17-unlikely-conversations/
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