Write your own Script

   “What day is it?” Joseph asked.
   “It’s my birthday!” Master Gooway responded smiling down at Joseph.
   “Wait!” Joseph suddenly became concerned, “Is it your sixtieth birthday?”
   “Yep!” Gooway’s smile didn’t flinch.
   “Didn’t you say you would die the day you turned sixty?” Joseph asked.
   Master Gooway stared at Joseph then looked up at the cars passing by, “I want to go get a cake.” he finally said. So they went to get a cake.
   Mr. Po?! I didn’t know you worked at the cake store Joseph exclaimed.
   “I may look like just another innocent old man but there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Mr. Po responded. Silence followed.
    Then a lady walking by, paused, and said to the trio, “you guys are the cutest looking family.”
    Joseph, confused, started to say, “we’re not rela-”
    Master Gooway cut him off, “Mr. Po you should come to the park with us.” So they went to the park.
    “I thought you were going to die on your sixtieth birthday Master Gooway,” Joseph anxiously said mid-bite.
    “I thought I was too but then,” he paused to look at Mr. Po, “I realized I was not chained to my family history. I write my own script.”

The Easy Way

“You could use your wish to find your kid!,” Joseph rapidly spat out.

Master Gooway looked up at the green light, then into Joseph’s innocent eyes, then back at the light. After several quiet moments while everyone else on the roof awaited his response Gooway closed his eyes, let out a soft sigh, and began to walk towards the exit.

“What are you doing?!” Joseph ran to intercept his walk away but Master Gooway continued his as if he wasn’t there. At the last second Joseph got out of his way.

Hand on the doorknob Master Gooway finally pauses, “It’s too easy.”

On his way down the stairs he sees Mr. Po, the old man Joseph is always talking about caring for. He gives Gooway a nod as he walks by.

A Book about Praying Mantises

“Hey kid, put your book away and listen, I’m talking up here,” Master Gooway wasn’t listening to Ryan Lochte’s TEDTalk but Ryan's sudden break knocked him out of thinking about finding his son.

Master Gooway followed Ryan’s gaze to see that the reader was sitting directly to his right, still reading his book, completely oblivious.

“Hey kid-,” Ryan started but was cut off by screams as the rat raced across the stage again.

“Come with me,” Master Gooway tapped the reader and led him away from the comotion.

The kids noticed the two adults walk into the toddler toy area but didn’t say anything.

“What’s your name?” Master Gooway asked the man.

“Joseph Ward.”

“What are you reading, Joseph?”

“A book.”

“What’s the book about?”

“Praying Mantises.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” Joseph pauses, “Can I ask you some questions?”

“Of course.”

“What’s your name?”

“People call me Master Gooway.”

“What do you want, Master Gooway?”

“A friend told me to go the library for help finding my son. I think you might be the one who will help me find him.”

“You want me to help you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll help you.”

Master Gooway smiled, “I knew I could count on you, Joseph.”

SAD!

   “...Call me Mr. Rattlebone.” Master Gooway tried to sense where the song was playing from but he couldn’t. It was coming from in front of him, behind him, above him, below him. It was everywhere… but nowhere.
   “Cleo!” Gooway said in a tone that one might use to get attention of their pet. “Come with me,” he started walking towards a nearby bench. Cleo ran to catch up with him.
   The song continued, “Holy Ghost who haunts your home. They don't know you like I know you. Call me Mr. Rattlebone.”
   They sat down. “Cleo,” Master Gooway said, staring into the souls of her eyes, “Do you have a phone and earbuds?”
   “U-uh yeah?” Cleo took the stuff out of her pocket and gave them to Gooway.
   “That other song was bad,” Gooway said as he pulled up a song and offered Cleo an earbud.
They calmly sat and listened to XXXTentacion’s words echo in their ears, “You decide, if you're ever gonna let me know, yeah. Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh. I'm sad and low, yeah, I'm sad I know, yeah.”