Fictoid: Blue Night

Edward Hopper - Blue Night 1914  

monsieur?

oui?

I must ask you to leave

the guests the other diners

what about them?

you disturb them

you think I am not disturbed by them?

monsieur, do not make this more difficult, si vous plait

non now I am determined to make this more difficult much more difficult

eh!  clown!  go! you are not wanted here!

I am not wanted anywhere

see?  take your friends and go

these are not, as you say, my “friends”

we don’t care who they are! take them and go to the devil

[chuckle]

you mock me, clown?

I mock your ignorance “go to the devil” indeed

I have half a mind –

half a mind? that is more than I gave you credit for far more

that is enough! begone with you!

…or what, monsieur…? what threat do you hold in your pocket? what can you possibly say to me that will make me quiver in my boots?

I shall call the police –

-- and tell them what? that you felt threatened by a clown? that a man wearing white greasepaint terrifies you darkens your soul? that at night you fear that you will go to your apartment and as you cross the courtyard you will see a glimpse of ...something... and your mouth will go dry and you won’t be able to swallow and you will want to retreat to your pathetic little room but like a rat drawn to a boa constrictor you will step closer and closer and closer still to see what it is and then you will see me a clown in the moonlight

…you…are…are you threatening me, monsieur?

obviously or else you would not chose to make such a spectacle of yourself

I? a spectacle?!?!? you are the spectacle!

oui

what will you do now, monsieur now that I no longer disagree with you?

monsieur, si vous plait do not let this go on your drinks…your friends’ drinks they are all on the house go, si vous plait

well, monsieur shall you see me go? or do you wish me to stay?

by your silence I presume you wish me to go very well come, my companions there are other bistros that will welcome our patronage oh, and monsieur, I see that you have a very fine goatee do you shave yourself or do you visit the barber? I ask, because I would like to know if I need to bring my own razor

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© Buzz Dixon painting by Edward Hopper

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