Apologetic Currency

I wrote this for a programmer who wanted to make a visceral, pop-y, and absurd art game.

It’s 5pm. Guy, the father of two and husband of Margaret, comes home to his family sitting in the kitchen. He walks over to his wife and gives her a big hug.

“Hi Honey, I’m sorry,” says Guy.

“Hi love, I’m sorry, too!”

“Hi dad, I’m sorry.”

“Hello son, I’m sorry, too.”

“Daddy! I’m sooo sorry!”

“Oh Jacquelyn, come here honey, I’m sorry, too!”

In Unison, they sing: “We are sorry, we are sorry, we are all sorry and blue, IT’S TRUE!”

“Well Jack, what are you sorry for today,” asks Guy.

“Dad, I have so many things to be sorry for. I stepped on a crack and broke mother’s back!”

Margaret begins laughing and is suddenly lying flat on a hospital bed in the kitchen. Jacquelyn is feeding her and accidentally spills hot soup onto her mother’s face, burning her.

“Mommy, I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry I can’t feed myself, Jacquelyn!”

The family shares a laugh. Margaret cranes her neck to look into Guy’s eyes. They sing:
“When we feel a little of the pout pout POUT we don’t shout, we TOUT ‘I’m sorry!’”

With large grins,Jacquelyn rolls her mother’s bed away.

The evening passes and Jack, the eldest child, is now sitting alone in the living room watching television. There’s a minister on telling everyone how sorry he is for not being in their living rooms to tell them he’s sorry in person. Jack has his eyes closed and is swaying forward, in tandem with the minister, repeating the phrase:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jack gets up to turn the television off. He flicks the Bic in his pocket. The tip of his thumb turns slightly black. He walks over to the grandfather clock in his living room. It strikes 2am. Guy comes down the stairs for a late night snack.

“Hey Jack, how are you sorry this evening?”

“Hi dad, I just am. I’m going to burn this clock.”“Are you sorry for it?”

“I am.”

“Have a ton of fun doing it!”

Guy walks into the kitchen, the swinging door behind him slowly loses its momentum as the clock continues to push the seconds around its face.Jack stands in front of the clock as he rushes to take the Bic out of his pocket.

He sings softly: “Tick tock clock stop to say you’re sorry for passing the day.” He shouts: “TICK TOCK CLOCK! Stop to say you’re sorry for passing the day!”

The family runs into the room, Jacquelyn is pushing Margaret, who is dressed in pajamas covered with puppies and kittens barking and meowing “I’m sorry” to each other. The kitchen door is swinging wildlybehind Guy as he rushes in, grinning.

Jack screams: “TICK TOCK I’M SORRY CLOCK!” He flicks the Bic and punches his small fist through the glass front. A glint of fire reflects a prism of orange color across their faces. The sprinklers spout water as the family breaks into chorus:

“We always know that we are sorry, and we are sorry for what we don’t know. I’m sorry sprinklers for bringing you into this show!”

Jack looks at them all. The sprinkled water streams down his face. He asks his father:

“Dad, why are we sorry?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean, son.”

“I mean, I hear everyone say it all the time and I want to know why are we all sorry?”

Margaret chimes in, “Well, I’m sorry, but that’s a silly question, honey. It’s like asking why does the sun say sorry to the moon.”

“Mommy, why does the sun say sorry to the moon,” asks Jacquelyn.

Guy shouts at Jack, “I’m sorry, but look what you’ve done to your sister! You’re upsetting her!”

“I’m, I’m, I’m SORRY,” yells Jack as he runs to hug his sister.