Heart Smartypants, A Luncheon Enounter
P.L. Frederick
FADE IN:
INTERIOR CUTE SMALL TOWN CAFE IN STOCKBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS - DAY
HORACE CHUMLEY sits at a table, reading the menu. He’s surrounded by Norman Rockwell posters, 1950’s collectibles, pumpkins.
WAITRESS enters.
WAITRESS
What can I get for you today?
HORACE CHUMLEY
I’ll take this chicken and spinach salad.
You don’t have french fries, do you?
WAITRESS
(silence)
HORACE CHUMLEY
French fries?
WAITRESS
No. We don’t. We try to be heart
healthy here.
HORACE CHUMLEY
Oh.
(quietly)
That’s so sad.
Waitress leaves with a professionally blank expression.
INTERIOR, FIVE MINUTES LATER - DAY
Waitress places two huge platters of food on Horace Chumley’s table.
WAITRESS
Here you go.
Horace Chumley looks down at his plates. He looks at his heart. He looks at the waitress. He says nothing. Waitress leaves.
THE PLATE
is covered in glistening bacon, boiled eggs with overcooked blue yolks, chicken, and some spinach.
THE OTHER PLATE
is heaped with potato and egg salad. Lots of mayo.
FADE OUT:
THE END
A fun read: How to format a screenplay, but the Academy of Motion Pictures
Comments
I stumbled on your blog while looking for uplifting ones. It's a breath of fresh air obviously, these days.
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It is interesting that this post is linked to screenplays as I am writing a musical, just in the last week have started the storyboards for songs I already have done. And as the plot and character motives develops will write appropriate lyrics to melodies I already have. It's going to be called "I Need A Man."
Cool!
Jannie