Jonathan and Naomi were breaking up, and it was very sad.
They’d been together 2 years, and they’d been arguing a lot lately, and today – after about 3 days of not speaking, they’d texted and arranged to meet here, on the park bench where they’d first met.
“It’s just gotten really heavy,” said Jonathan. “If that even makes sense.”
“No,” replied Naomi. “You’re right. Too heavy.”
As they spoke, a tiny, stern man zoomed up to them on a hover-putt. He had long white hair that exploded from under a fez. He wore green lycra pants, and a zebra-pattern vest over a metallic silver short-sleeved t-shirt.
Although to Naomi and Jonathan the hover-putt was new technology, it had clearly seen better days, wheezing like an old vacuum cleaner, barely keeping him a foot off the ground.
He produced an official-looking badge from a pocket and flashed it at them, then put it away before they actually had time to register what it was. He pointed to a crumpled paper McDonald’s bag on the ground next to their bench.
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“Uh, no…” replied Naomi.
“Because there’s no outside food in the park,” he said, still pointing at the bag, and looking expectantly at them.
“Well,” said Jonathan. “It’s not ours.”
“You a wise guy?” said the tiny man, zooming threateningly closer to Jonathan. Jonathon stood up, challengingly. Naomi grabbed the bag. “It’s not ours,” she said, “But we’ll take it with us and throw it away.”
“Good,” said the tiny man. “Because it’s not allowwww –“ and then he was cut off by a swooping hawk that carried him and the hover-putt off in its talons.
Brought closer by the experience, Naomi and Jonathan stayed together… a few more weeks. Then it just got heavy again.