A Note to Blah Blah Blah (Final-Part 3)

A writer seeks to get published.

Continuing from A Note to Blah Blah Blah (Intermediate-Part 2) https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2340694-A-Note-to-Blah-Blah-Blah-...

He finishes reading and looks at me, mouth agape.

“What do you think?” I ask, smoking a cigarette.

“The cam girl playing a psychologist playing your subconscious playing the girl you saw once. God, it does my head in. Very Nolanesque. I don’t think a brown guy has ever attempted anything quite like it.”

“Actually, there was this director called Tarsem Singh, who made movies like The Fall and The Cell, which also had quite a parallel shifting of settings for the main characters. Fun fact, he graduated from the same college I graduated from.”

“No shit! You know, I think that you made a mountain out of a molehill.”

“How do you mean?”

“Look at you, how you take such deep drags from your cigarette, like there’s just the two of you in the world, and the rest, the rest is just noise, background. No wonder she was staring at you. Were you smoking like this even then?”

“You know what they say.”

“A leopard never changes its spots.”

“A peacock never hides its feathers.”

“Are you going to get it published?”

“I will try my best.”

“Thank you for all the help.”

“Always.”

He leaves.

“Straznik!” I shout.

The guard comes and wheels me out of the visitation chamber.

“How come you never want to go home?” I am sure you could get a furlough to go meet family or friends.”

“There is nobody out there to meet.”

“Must be very lonely.”

“I find ways to keep myself occupied.”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life in wiezienie?”

“Yeah, the prison is where I will conk out.”

The guard rolls my wheelchair into my cell.

“You are one of the good ones, you know,” I say to him.

“I try,” he says with a smile and leaves my cell after locking it.

I open my laptop.