Loosely Literal: Waiting for Vaporeon
“What happens when you live in a heavily populated area, play Pokémon Go and come across a rare pokemon? Chances are, you’re going to be in good company before too long.” —The Verge, July 2016
“Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.” —Waiting for Godot
Hey, what’s up.
What do you mean, what am I doing? Same thing you’re doing.
Aren’t you a little young for this?
I’m not old. How old are you? Twelve?
EHHH. Wrong. Thirty-five. Nice try, not.
Very funny. At least my mom doesn’t buy my clothes for me.
Cargo shorts are always cool. Look how much I can fit in the pockets!
Yeah, that’s my car.
Whatever, at least my mom didn’t drive me.
Oh yeah, sure, she didn’t. I bet she didn’t pack those peanut butter graham crackers you’re eating, either.
No, I don’t want one.
I guess. They’d be better with jelly.
Wet Wipes? What do I look like? A kindergarten teacher? Just rub your hands on the grass or something.
It says he’s gonna be here.
I just checked.
Check yourself, then.
How am I supposed to know? I downloaded this thing like two hours ago.
Yeah, well, you’ve been playing it longer than me.
Screw you! I have a job. I can’t be out hunting Pokemon seven days a week.
Technically, I had a job.
Yeah, well, life is shitty like that. Does your mom know you’re here?
My mom doesn’t have to know I’m here.
Dunno. It says he’s coming.
I guess it is getting dark.
No, the green leaf thing’s still showing up.
Yeah, I got Jigglypuff. Everybody gets Jigglypuff.
Call your mom if you’re getting tired.
No, I’m not going to give you a ride home. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take rides from strangers? Weirdo.
Anyway, he’s coming.
Eh, I’m used to waiting. Been waiting all my life.
I dunno. Different things.
Yeah, it is boring. Life is boring. Hate to break it to you.
It’s not all boring.
I dunno. Play video games. Drink with my friends. Hook up or whatever.
Aren’t you too young for that?
You say that now, but wait till you’re older.
You’re goddamn right people tell you that all the time. ‘Cause it’s true.
You don’t want to stay, then don’t! No one’s making you.
I told you, I don’t mind the waiting.
Dunno. Nice to have something to look forward to.
I have a sweatshirt if you’re that cold.
It does not smell like ham. You smell like ham. You want me to take it back?
He’s coming. Stop being a negative Nancy.
No I don’t know Nancy.
Call your mom then!
What else am I gonna do? Go home and watch TV?
I don’t have much else to do.
Yeah, but you’re a kid. The older you get the less chances you get to --
Be a part of something bigger than yourself.|
Okay, yeah, there’s the Olympics.
But you’re not there-there.
I’m just saying that like, when you’re a kid you’re always trying to be older but when you’re older you just try to stay younger.
YOU sound like an ABC Family movie.
Because grown-ups get lonely.
I know kids do too.
I’m just kidding.
Hey, look, other people are coming.
Of course they’re waiting for the same thing! What else would they be doing?
I hadn’t thought about it.
Probably try to catch the next one.
No, you can’t come with me.
Because I said so.
Okay, fine, we’ll see.
Sally Franson received her MFA in creative writing from the University of Minnesota and was a 2012 GRPP Fellow. Her work has recently appeared in Witness, Room, elimae, and Bartleby Snopes, among others, and she was the winner of the Loft’s Fall Writing Contest in 2012. She is also a recipient of a 2014 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grant. In addition to teaching and finishing her first book, Sally is a contributing writer toThe Fiddleback and Paper Darts. sallyfranson.com