Monday, March 23, 2020

Destiny is sitting on her front stoop. She watches the cars go by. A car radio is heard in the distance that gets closer and closer. Destiny knows this song. It’s a kind of mating call. Then, as suddenly as you can muster, Greg is in front of Destiny. Greg carries a backpack and a duffle bag. Like he’s been on a journey. He wears the costume of a traveler. Some clothes from other parts of the world. Some clothes that signal the tiny patch of earth he is standing on. His home. Urban. Concrete. Cold. Destiny is overcome with delight and excitement! 

GREG: Been out here all day?

DESTINY: Waiting for you. You home now?

GREG: Yes.

DESTINY: Good.

GREG: She home?

DESTINY: Yeah.

Destiny winks at Greg and musses his hair. She rises and exits into the house. Greg looks at the sky above him. He smiles and follows Destiny into the house.