Wednesday, April 9, 2008

99. Quarters - Leslie






  • FADE IN:

  • EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - DUSK

  • SILVYA walks along the sidewalk, watching the world grow darker around her.

  • She wears army boots, cargo pants and light dress over the pants. She has a small cap, under which most of her hair is tucked, though few strands poking out and trail down her face.

  • She passes a MAN huddled in a torn, dirty blanket.

  • He grabs at her pant cuffs.

  • HOMELESS MAN
  • Could you spare some change? I just need a little.

  • SILVYA
  • Hey, I don't have much change, but lemme see.

  • She digs around her pockets, then pulls out two quarters and hands it to the man.

  • HOMELESS MAN
  • Thanks, thanks, God bless you.

  • Silvya smiles at him, and continues walking.

  • She crosses the street and keeps walking, looking into the windows she passes.

  • Restaurants spill warm light onto the sidewalk and street and she looks into them, watching the eating habits of the rich and hungry.

  • She walks on, and sees a WOMAN with long, filthy dreads standing next to a lamp post.

  • The woman doesn't even speak, she just holds her hand out, unable to pull her eyes from the sidewalk.

  • Silvya roots around in her pocket and finds four quarters.

  • She walks to the woman, and takes her hand, placing the coins in her hand.

  • The woman looks up slightly and Silvya smiles at her.

  • HOMELESS WOMAN
  • Thank you.

  • SILVYA
  • It's because you have beautiful eyes. Please don't hide them.

  • The woman stares after Silvya.

  • Silvya stops in front of a restaurant, considering.

  • She stares through the window, watching a man carefully pick through a large salad.

  • She pulls her eyes away from the food, and continues walking.

  • She comes to a parking structure, and slips around the gate.

  • She walks down the ramp into the lower level, and looking around quickly, slips into one of the darker corners.

  • A blanket is stashed in the corner, along with a few odds and ins, and several bags.

  • She sits on the cold cement, and empties her pockets.

  • There are a few pens, some scraps of paper, and an oddly-shaped button.

  • She places them to the side, then curls up under the blanket and tries to sleep.

  • FADE TO BLACK.


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