dialogue

(I'm sure you all have this experience. School hits you, your writing ideas evaporate, and if they don't your time to bring them to life does. This has happened to me. Thus, I am reduced to putting my school assignments up for comments. This is one such school assignment. We had to write a Socratic dialogue for Ancient Cultures. I realize the references to WWII European dictators is not something the Ancient Greeks had at their disposal, but my teacher said it was ok for me to use modern references. I've detained you long enough, here it is:)

Soc: Douchicus! Fancy seeing you out and about so early in the morning. Just what are you up to at this earliest of hours.

Dou: Why, Socrates, I am on a mission to save the good people of this city from being cast into the lake of fire.

Soc: And just why would our citizens be so unfortunate as to suffer this rather unpleasant event?

Dou: Because, noble Socrates, they are evil people and will be punished by God for that.

(This is part of the larger story I'm writing. On the whole, the entire story is experimental, but this piece is especially so. I'd love feedback on it. It is also highly inappropriate, so it should go unread by the sensitive.)

Knock, knock, knock.
“Sure, come on in.”
“Yeah, hi sir. Nancy said you wanted to see me.”
“Yeah, uh, sure. Why did I want to see you?”
“Well sir, I called this morning to say that I wouldn’t be in today. From Nancy’s description, you seemed rather upset about that.”
“Really?”
“Yes sir, you did.”
“It’s, uh, not that big a deal, just go back to work, ok?”
“That’s the thing, sir… I’m just stopping by to see you face-to-face and tell I’m sorry, and that I won’t be into work for the next few days. Something pretty serious has come up.”
“I don’t really care right now. I’ll see you.”
“Thank you sir! Goodbye.”
“Yeah… sure… uh, Mr. Dickenson?”
“Yessir?”