A Smoke with the Old Man After the Funeral

Little Miss Wistful:           I hope I’m not disappointing you too much.

Sir Dragonfly:                  Don’t worry. You never did. Mind if I take your wish stick?

Little Miss Wistful:          Go ahead. Sir, how come we never shared a smoke when you were 
                                      around?

Sir Dragonfly:                  Look kid, you know cigarettes kill. You should quit.

Little Miss Wistful:           I know, sir. But then, we all go anyway. What’s the point?

Sir Dragonfly:                  I used to say the same thing. Don’t steal my words.

Little Miss Wistful:           Oh. I’m sorry, sir.

Sir Dragonfly:                  It’s alright. You’re getting old, try to take care of yourself.

              

               (beat)

Sir Dragonfly:                  I see you took my night spot.

Little Miss Wistful:          I’ve been coming here to smoke since you left.

Sir Dragonfly:                 Stay as long as you want. Just remember to clean up.

Little Miss Wistful:          Sir, I took your camera too. Do you mind?

Sir Dragonfly:                 Take it. The place is yours now, kid.        

Little Miss Wistful:          So, I won’t be seeing you soon?

Sir Dragonfly:                 No.

Little Miss Wistful:          For how long?

Sir Dragonfly:                 Until the last day you write.

Little Miss Wistful:          But I’ve so much to write.

                (beat)

Sir Dragonfly:                 Hey, kid.

Little Miss Wistful:          Yes, sir?

Sir Dragonfly:                 Don’t forget to take my dog to the vet.

Little Miss Wistful:          Don’t worry, I will.