160. Shrapnel - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT


• Robert traces his sleeping WIFE's arm with his finger, marveling at her smooth skin.


• He twirls his finger, drawing invisible designs.


• She stirs and turns to him, smiling.


• He recoils as sand spills from her lips, pouring onto the bed.


• She grins at him, revealing a row of bloody shrapnel instead of teeth.


• He pulls back the covers trying to get away, revealing that his is dressed in desert fatigues.


• He screams.


• EXT. FALLUJAH STREET - DAY


• AMIRA stands in the center of the room, holding a picture of her father in one hand, her other hand clutched at her side.


• The wind blows her dress around her feet.


• ROBERT
• Get down! Get Down!


• She continues to stand, and Robert moves in, his rifle ready.


• He grabs her arm and marvels at how smooth it is.


• She looks him straight in the eye.


• AMIRA
• I'm so sorry.


• She opens her hand and a grenade falls.


• Robert watches as it descends to the ground as if in slow motion.


• Its surface buckles as it explodes and shrapnel is hurled around the room.


• He sees Amira crumple an instant before the wave a metal hits his body.


• FADE TO BLACK.