Fiction Friday: Two Lost Souls

This Week’s Theme: Insert this song lyric into your fiction: ‘We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.' Charlie: Dude, answer your phone. Gilbert: Eff you. I'll answer my phone when I want, dude. Charlie: What the hell is your ring tone, anyway? Gilbert: Dark Side of the Moon. Charlie: Dark side of your butt. Gilbert: What? Charlie: You heard me. You gonna answer that? Gilbert: Nah. It's probably my mom, anyway. Charlie: You got a special ring tone for your mom? Pink Floyd? Gilbert: No, dude. She's the only one that ever calls me. Well, her and you. And you're here, so why would you call me, right? Charlie: Check out that dude over there. Gilbert: What, the homeless dude in the tie-dye? Charlie: That's not tie-dye, dude. That's like his breakfast or something. Gilbert: Barf omelet. Sick. Charlie: Dude. Gilbert: So, what guy? That guy over by the red pickup? Charlie: Dude! Are you blind? That's a chick. No. The guy in the window. Behind the chick. Gilbert: Oh, man. Charlie: What's he doing? Gilbert: Um... marketing, I think. See, he's like got some... something there. Charlie: Yeah but he's all up in that window, like he's on display or something. Gilbert: You wanna get lunch? Charlie: It's like he's a goldfish. Gilbert: Tuna fish, dude. I need sustenance. Let's get lunch. Charlie: I wonder if they ever let him out? Maybe he has to stay in there, dude. Gilbert: You're twisted, man. Let's get lunch. Charlie: Like those fish at the dentist, just waving their fins and doing that mouth thing. Gilbert: Mouth thing? Charlie: You know, like this. Charlie opens and closes his mouth like a fish. Bwoop bwoop bwoop. Gilbert: Bwoop bwoop bwoop? Dude, I think your blood sugar's low. Let's go eat. Charlie: They just swim around man, day after day, week after week, month after month. Gilbert: Looking up to the heavens. I just want lunch! Dude, get a grip, OK? We're not philosophers, dude. We're just two lost souls. Charlie: Swimming, in a fish bowl. Year after year. Gilbert: Forget it. Charlie: It must be really boring being a fish. It must be really boring being that guy. Gilbert: Yeah, maybe. But I bet they give him lunch. Charlie: Gilbert's phone rings again. Dude, you gonna answer that? Gilbert: Yes. Charlie: Don't you wanna get lunch instead? Gilbert: Eff you, dude.
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