The Monster Who Ate Steve

A story written in honor of Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves performing in the play Waiting for Godot.

The Monster Who Ate Steve

By Bryce Bull

Ryan and Brian sit alone in the dark at the end of an alley. They are trapped on an island with the monster who ate Steve. A cold wind blows between the two buildings they are nestled between and chills them. 

“Cold one tonight.” Ryan says puncturing the silence. 

They both laughed quietly.

“So, where were you when the monster ate Steve?” Brian asked.

Ryan thought for a bit. It was hard to remember because so much had happened since the monster that ate Steve had shown up and now.

“I was in the bathroom, taking a leak.” Ryan finally remembered.

“Ah. It was gross, it walked up to him and ate him whole like a snake.” Brian said, filling in the details that Ryan had missed. “Unhinged jaw and everything.”

They both heard a sound in the darkness and went quiet. Ryan thought about how the last person besides Bryan he had seen alive was Karen who had told them the monster was coming this way and had run to get help. That sound could be her, but they needed to let her make the first move.

Silence.

“Can you believe it’s just us two left?” Ryan said. 

“Yes, wait, I’m not following. What?” Brian asked.

“Well, now that I’m pretty sure Karen isn’t coming back, that leaves just us two. And we basically have the same name. You know, Ryan and Brian. It’s kind of weird, that’s all” Ryan continued.

“Oh, sure that makes sense, I guess.” Brian said.

“Like, we are the only two people in this friend group that have rhyming names, and we never hang out. Waiting for this monster to show up make me whish we had hung out.” Ryan finished.

Silence.

They were alone on an island, trapped with the monster who ate Steve. They sit motionless as the sun slowly comes up.