Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Not Torn Fakes. Torn Fakes.
- a brief screenplay
FADE IN:
INT. KITCHEN IN CONTEMPORARY MIDWEST HOME. 2-YEAR-OLD GIRL SITS AT BREAKFAST NOOK EATING A BOWL OF CORN FLAKES WITH GUSTO.
ENTERS: DAD.
DAD:
Hi, there.
GIRL:
I eating torn fakes!
DAD:
Torn Fakes?
GIRL:
No! torn fakes.
DAD:
That’s what I said: torn fakes.
GIRL:
NO!
GIRL:
I eating torn fakes!
DAD:
Torn Fakes?
GIRL:
No! torn fakes.
DAD:
That’s what I said: torn fakes.
GIRL:
NO!
(Slowly with exaggerated enunciation)
torn . . . fffffakes.
DAD:
Corn flakes?
GIRL:
DAD:
Corn flakes?
GIRL:
(smiling broadly with satisfaction)
Yep.
Yep.
FADE OUT:
THE END