48. Bathroom Goddess - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. PUBLIC BATHROOM - NIGHT


• The door to the bathroom swings open and ANYA marches into the room, her mop bucket a battering ram on wheels.


• She is a short, sturdy woman, with a maternal face, and hands toughened by years of hard work.


• She surveys the bathroom, one of the more boring, uninviting bathrooms in the building.


• She moves swiftly, cleaning the sinks.


• She enters the stalls, only her thick legs visible beneath the ugly tan dividers, as she scrubs and sprays.


• She leaves one stall, standing back to inspect her work for a moment, then enters the next.


• Anya lives the middle stall and enters the last one, and stops short, the door swinging open behind her.


• In front of her, on the toilet tank is a simple white vase holding a long-stemmed rose.


• A note dangles from its stem, and it reads: An offering to the bathroom Goddess - thanks for keeping our bathroom so clean.


• She allows herself a small smile, tucks the rose in one of her apron pockets, then slams the door behind her and begins scrubbing.


• FADE TO BLACK.