Category Archive: Mister K.

Onlookers (haiku)

What separates chaps— you, perceiver, me, perceived? Perception? …Or glass? —Mister K. the Orangutan

INT. ZOO — PRIMATE EXHIBIT — DAY

MITCH Oi, you! Wiffa ginger! Oi! MITCH the weasel appears, entering the exhibit. MISTER K. the orangutan sits, drawing on the exhibit glass, captivating an audience with condensation. Mitch approaches. MITCH You zat soddin’… Continue reading

INT. ZOO — PRIMATE EXHIBIT — DAY

A PEACOCK at attention, facing onlookers through glass. An ORANGUTAN sits back a ways, directing. PEACOCK I don’t t’ink I can do dis, Missa K. ‘S jus’ so… I dunno! Revealin’? MISTER K.… Continue reading

INT. ZOO — PRIMATE EXHIBIT — DAY

A little girl in awe of us, her body against the glass. GENTLEMAN (O.S.) Come, come. I’ve something real to show you. We pull away from the girl. Turn. A WALL OF GLASS… Continue reading