‘Awight?’
‘Yeah, not so bad. You?’.
‘Tidy mate. Cauwt anyfink yet then?’
‘Sod all. Twenny four years and nuffink. Not a sausage.’
They sat in silence for a bit.
‘Yer ‘at’s cracked. Did ya know?’.
‘Yeah. ‘bin that way years. Your’n is an’ all.’
‘Typical. Stuck ‘ere, almost takin’ root an’ no love’.
‘Bleedin’ ‘umans. Can’t stand ‘em.’
More silence. The fish below them swam on and on, round and round. A light breeze sprang up.
‘ood wanna be a gnome eh?’.
‘Ha ha, good one. Right proper comedian you is’.
‘Cauwt anyfink yet?’.
appropriateadult 
Trying to figure out the accent. Fun dialogue, either way.
It’s kind of ‘Sarf London’ where our wonderful language has been somewhat altered! My Father-in-law is from Peckham, right in the heart of South London. It’s similar to the Cockney dialect, but rougher!
I was getting Cockney, but it didn’t sound quite that either… Bravo! I was at least close. 😉 Thanks for clarifying.
Different take on the prompt; garden gnomes having a chin-wag. 🙂
The accent really made the fish story believable
Lovely stuff.
Dear Kelly,
Excellent job on the accents and the mood you set. I can see the world from a different POV now. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Kelly,
Love the dialogue. Nice take on the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
That was good. A touch of Waiting for Godot about it. Or R&G are Dead
Good use of dialect. Very creative.