Daily Dialogue: Memories Before the Crash

For a third of an hour, and with David Bowie’s “Heathen” helping me, I’m writing two women talking to each other though I don’t know what they’ll say.

Diane
This is it.

Bette
I know… Do you think it’ll hurt?

Diane
I… I don’t wanna answer that. I don’t want this to be worse for us.

Bette
Yeah, but what else can we do? The plane’s going down and–

Diane
And there’s nothing we can do, I know. I know.

Bette
How can you be ok with this?!

Diane
I’m not. I’m angry and fucking terrified. But I won’t give those assholes the satisfaction of seeing it on my face. You shouldn’t, either.

Bette
What good is defiance gonna do us now? What the fuck good is it gonna do?!

Diane
What do you want their last thought to be? Of you crying, or of you not giving in?

Bette
Fuck, I don’t wanna die…

Diane
None of us do, but we only have a few minutes until we don’t have a choice. Let’s be proud. Let’s be women.

Bette
How do we do that?

Diane
By being a comfort to each other in these final moments instead of a burden. By being friends.

Bette
Staying.

Diane
Huh?

Bette
By staying friends.

Diane
You mean you… you forgive me?

Bette
I’d rather your last thought be of happiness, not regret.

Diane
And yours?

Bette
I want my last thought to be of the time we got caught in the park.

Diane
Heh, that was a fun night.

Bette
Yeah. But we had other fun ones, right? I can see the ground better now…

Diane
Hey, look at me, not the window. Look at me, Bette.

Bette
Ok.

Diane
Tell me about those other fun nights we had.

Bette
There was the night that got started with us seeing “Tusk.”

Diane
Oh yeah! When the guy got turned into a walrus! Weren’t we two of ten in that theatre?

Bette
Fourteen, I counted. Didn’t matter, though. We fourteen had the most fun anyone could have for two hours.

Diane
Almost. Remember when we caught the midnight showing of “Scott Pilgrim?”

Bette
Fuck yeah, I do! That theatre was packed! And EVERYONE got the joke.

Diane
Yeah. Shame it looked like we were the only ones who saw it that night.

Bette
It’ll do well, eventually. We can catch it– I guess it’s too late to punch the highlights out of those assholes’ hair.

Diane
You… You have a weak wrist, anyway. You’d probably break your hand before you threw the punch.

Bette
Heh, probably. Oh fuck, I can see–

Diane
You can see me staying here for you, and I can see you staying here for me.

Bette
Yeah…

Diane
Tell me something else. Ok, Bette? Tell me something else.

Bette
When we were at the p

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