Dino Story

 Something I wrote a while ago, hoping to turn it into a short film. I always used to write so as to be seen. Its value has altered in my perception over time, although what I'd set out to ring true within and behind the lines, being yet of the same mind, I find a fickle resonance :)

I did, later and rather passionately, turn it into a screenplay format. Here's the prose--

The protagonist, let's call him Dino, has long been admiring his crush. One day he finally builds up the courage to go ask her out. He is nervous and blubbering and incoherent but just about manages to get the words out. His crush rejects him. He says he has to pee and walks away from her to the lone bathroom area quite some distance from the dino civilization.

As Dino is doing his business, behind him an asteroid strikes and wipes everyone else out. Dino turns around surprised to find, that he is the last dinosaur to exist.

His old home now crushed, he travels around and explores. He finds a lake in which the his reflection appears to be changing. Sometimes his reflection is him as an old man and sometimes him as an baby.

He enters the lake to find it's a time traveling lake. What's the one thing the last survivor of a species should do after finding a time traveling lake? He focuses hard. Yes, he thinks, he'll try impressing his crush again.

Teleported to right before he asked his crush out, once again he builds up the courage. Still nervous but now more coherent, he asks her out. She refuses. He goes to pee. Asteroid strikes. He finds the lake again and tries again. Far more confident, he asks her out, only to be rejected again. Same thing again, goes to pee, asteroid wipes everyone out, finds lake, comes back to impress her. Very confident, no luck. Keeps trying, changing his personality every time now. No luck.

Tries one more time, earnestly. She refuses. He sighs, looks up at the sky, and says "I think I can hold it" and waits till the asteroid strikes. 

Horse

EXT. LINE OUTSIDE A BUSY RESTAURANT- LATE EVENING

On a wet street, a thinning queue, where the warm panels of the restaruant died out and the neon from the dry cleaner's took over, stand Charlie and Joan. Charlie's leaning on the brick- walled building, Joan with her arms crossed, waiting on left leg.

CHARLIE

“When was the first time you saw a horse dick?”

JOAN

“I think I was 25. About to be 26. We were on a scooter— my then-boyfriend and I. I can’t remember where we were going. I remember it being rainy. 

We got to this area where the streets narrowed down a little, roads lost their tar. I was trying to enjoy the air, rest my head on his shoulder but it was a bumpy road, yknow? Bumpy roads are very unromantic. It wasn't anything too sudden. You see cows peeing all the time. Dogs, monkeys humping. Seen it a million times. There were these two shrunken horses. Against a wall, under a tree. One takes a teensy bit more interest in horses on account of they’re not cows. We were just when we were about to ride past them, my assessment of them met with their actions. One of them was peeing. Took a while for my brain to make anything of the organ from whence the pee was pouring. 

"It’s the time it took. It took at least 2 seconds longer than it should take for a person to identify a dick. It blew up all that I had understood of dicks. I remember being wide eyed, sort of laughing in disbelief like, “who- ho- ho- ho- hooo”. The boyfriend heard my panting and asked me what happened. I said, “Did you see that horse’s dick?” “

CHARLIE

“Had he seen one before?”

JOAN
"--He’d seen the horses, but he was driving so he’d missed the whole picture. Yes he’d seen one before, he knew they were big. Something he’d seen or read in The Godfather, apparently.

I just didn’t know what to think, yknow? One has a connection with… mammalian anatomies. And by the time you’re 25, you’ve made an handful of discoveries from various experiences so this sort of thing takes you by surprise. In the sense that even if it's familiar you can't bridge it to anything. It’s not relevant to you but it still... I did not find myself in any way drawn to it as such. It was just a thing of wonder. Whilst a little disgusting. "

CHARLIE

"We don’t have a lot of monuments here. Even if we did, seeing a horse dick for the first time would bring shame to them for the equivalence of awe they inspire in so many viewers."

There really is no bar on what someone could find fascinating. And that shouldn’t by any means be construed as subversive to what is considered in civil society as ‘art’ because the blueprints of what has come created before us has had at least a million years in its making. Even a horse’s dick. 

They walk back to their apartment and sleep.