Fictionlet
“Yo, Greg,” said Brigid, wandering into the kitchen.
“Hello, hello!” he replied, sipping at a coffee and tapping away at the laptop.
She raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and started rooting through a cabinet for the english muffins. “Soooo…?” she said.
“Hmm?” replied Greg, still tapping away.
“Go on,” she said.
“Go on about what?” She just looked over at him; his expression was befuddled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Really,” she said.
“Yes, really,” he replied.
“Okay,” she said, turning to her breakfast. A moment of quiet followed.
“You know,” he added, “the Hogan’s Heroes theme song is actually an incredibly dense and layered composition. It’s a masterclass in themes and sub-themes!”
“There it is,” said Brigid.