Alternate Ending to Sunday in the Park

Ashlee Griffith
2/1/07
Creative Writing
Alternate Ending to Sunday in the Park


Morton adjusted his glasses. He was very pale. “This is ridiculous,” he said unevenly. “I must ask you…”
“Oh yea?” said the man. He stood with his legs spread apart, rocking a little, looking at Morton with utter scorn. “You and who else?”
For a moment the two men looked at each other nakedly. Then Morton turned his back on the man and said quietly, “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He walked awkwardly, almost limping with self-consciousness, to the sandbox.

“What are you a pussy to settle this now?” said the man.
Morton’s wife Susan pleaded to Morton to just leave to grab Larry from the sand box and just leave. She didn’t want to start any trouble. But instead Morton got this look in his eye he was so mad that this guy had the nerve to start a fight here, here at this park, when there were obviously kids around. As Morton turned around to face the man he said, “So you say you want some of this?”
“Yeah show me what you got.”
“Morton please lets just go home you don’t have to prove anything, lets just go home” said Susan.
Morton whispered to his wife, “This man obviously is a cocky fellow, I think I need to put him in his place”.
“Morton you don’t have to do anything of the sort, lets just get Larry home.”
“But I don’t want to go home, I am not hungry, I want to play in the box”, said Larry
“So what are you going to do mister? Are you going to be a pussy and run home with your wife? Or are you going to be a man and show me what you got?”
Morton was furious. All he wanted to do was beat this guy to a pulp. Morton began to walk towards the man and the man walked towards Morton. They both had a look in their eye that was so intense. You knew something was going to go down. The two were face to face. What was going to happen? Who was going to make the first punch? There was so much tension in each or their eyes. Their bodies were as stiff as iron boards. Then the man began to say something, and before he could even get out one word. Morton lifted up his arm, gripped his fist, and began to swing. But Morton wasn’t fast enough the man grabbed his fist, before Morton could even touch him. The man with such shock on his face said, “You were going to actually hit me. You were going to hit me over a stupid fight about throwing sand in the sand box. Wow!”
“You said you wanted to see what I had so I thought you wanted to fight.”
“No, Your right I did want to see if you were going to fight and you did. Man shows how much you are a man you were going to fight someone in front of your kid and your wife. That’s pathetic.”
Morton was so confused he thought that man wanted to fight. But in the end the man was testing him seeing if he was a real man. To see if he would walk away from this fight and be the better man. But he was wrong. The bad person in the beginning ended up being the good person.