A COMEDIC VIGNETTE
“How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?”
I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the decency to respond. 31 days together. Locked in this city. No one else around, and he’s giving me the silent treatment. So passive aggressive. Well, two can play that game.
When the microwave dinged, I pulled my plate out and wafted the smell his direction. “Mmmmm, so delicious,” I hollered as I strolled down the hall toward the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, I picked up the remote. At least the doctor’s on Gray’s Anatomy will give me some conversation. Then I noticed my cell phone vibrating and my sister’s picture appeared on the screen. I answered exasperated.
“Franz is being such a jerk.”
“Silent treatment still,” she asked. “Maybe I should talk with him.”
I stomped down the hall and placed my phone on the ground next to Franz, my 8” welcome gnome, and left the two of them to their conversation. Excited my big sister was going to defend my honor.
When I got back to the living room I noticed a new friend. On the fire escape. I shall call her Patty, Patty the Pigeon.
We locked eyes. “How you doing?”
Angel K Will 
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