Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Vacation-FLASH
She walks down the beach hand in hand with him. The sun starts to go down, but she refuses to turn back and go to the hotel. When he tries again to get them to leave, she sits in the sand and tells him fine, he can leave. He sits down behind her and wraps his arms around her shoulders, resting his head on top of hers. Ok, he says. We can stay.
Moving In-- FLASH
She was unpacking one of the multitudes of her boxes she brought over from her last apartment. He walked in with more boxes of stuff. Looking around he sees that she separated the boxes, his and hers, and put them on opposite sides of the room. He puts his box down and asked her what happened. She organized it. To him, it looked more like segregation but he kept his mouth shut. Opening the newest box he brought in, he pulls out a photograph. When he shows it to her she says it was from their vacation last spring break then she turns away. He looks at it one more time, remembering how happy they were then puts the photo on the table in the center of the room and turns back to his side as well.
This is a flash from a play that I am writing. I had to turn it into more of a novel feel instead of the regular play format.
This is a flash from a play that I am writing. I had to turn it into more of a novel feel instead of the regular play format.
Monday, March 10, 2014
A Perfect World- FLASH
Sitting in class she checks her phone again. Nothing. Just the time flashing, notifying her it's been almost three hours since she got out of bed, and it's two hours later in New Jersey. She sighs, trying not to think too much, but that never works.
The conversation runs back through her head, the one they should be having right now. They should be talking and laughing, like nothing is going wrong. He should be telling her about his day, how he slept the night before, the classes he's taking, what time his plane leaves and what time it gets in. She should be telling him about how she can't wait for him to come home, how she's so excited to see him tomorrow. She should be telling him how she hasn't practiced since Saturday, but she doesn't feel worried. She'll save that for Tuesday when the performance comes up.
She checks her phone again and sees that there's a message! From her mom. She puts the phone away and vows to stop checking until lunch, but that never works.
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