I wrote this in my Writing for Television class in October. The assignment was to go outside and find a scene, and write a scene description. Describe the place, the people, the actions, and try to bring the reader into that place. Of course, I completely went overboard and failed to stick to the assignment. I was not supposed to use dialogue or create a story, but I did. My professor got a kick out of it but I’m not making any guarantees about the entertainment value. Read at your own risk:
Lisha is in trouble. Walking downtown in a white dress, clanking her boots and letting the breeze carry the persperation of her bare legs because today is the hottest day in October, Lisha puts away her cell phone into the front pocket of her bag. Her husband just called her to tell her to be careful of the danger she could be in. He likes the idea that he is protecting his wife. She doesn’t like the attention but she has dealt with him for this long. She perseveres.
There are empty benches, black steel fences, and cement fixtures surrounding the burly oak trees still green in October.
Two men of hispanic descent are standing on the edge of the Boston Common, under the shade, smoking a cigarette. One man is wearing a wifebeater and black pants, the other a black t-shirt and a durag. Both of them in black sneakers. They are ready to be mobile.
A woman walks up to the two men, and asks them if they have seen her wallet that she just dropped. They look at each other and look back at her, both nodding no and blowing smoke into her face. She murmurs about their apathy under her breath and they remain silent.
In a flash, she turn around and yells in a fit of anger, “CAUSE YOU TOOK MY WALLET!”
Both of them remain silent, but one of them almost gave away too much information. He pulled his shirt back over his piece, assuming that nobody but his friend saw.
His friend looks at him and mutters, “You almost gave away our cover on that crazy bitch”
The man responds while pointing with his chin, “Look, there she is.”
Lisha walks by.
They follow her. When she crosses the street, they scurry behind.
She’s almost to her destination, and the men, hasty as they are-are ready to pull her back by the throat. Suddenly their phone rings.
The hispanic man with the mullet answers and stops his partner. He nods and closes his phone. Looks at his partner and says, “The husband doesn’t want us to go through with it. HE said to hold off. He thinks she’s good”
The men turn and walk away. Lisha opens the door to the apartment building she has arrived at, greets a young college student with a soft, innocent, kiss.
Written by a television production major who doesn’t want to be a television production major.
Ohhhhh now i see. that was good!