Julie Gray ran another of her periodic short scene competitions this past week and the three finalists are up now for voting. Mine didn't make the cut, again. It's been months since my sole victory and feels like it'll be a long time coming before I even make the cut again. Oh well.
I don't like to waste anything I write, so here ya go.
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT
WALTER stews on the ratty couch. A bitter leprechaun on the wrong side of 40, all ginger and freckles, pores oozing cheap beer. His dingy T-shirt of a piece with the squalid room.
Your brother came by the garage.
What did he want?
What does he ever want? Money.
An off-screen FLUSH.
Gave him a twenty and an alcohol wipe. Told him to say hi to the Wizard when he got to the Emerald City.
EILEEN enters. In bra and panties, her body belies her age. Rapidly approaching 40, her stomach bears no stretch marks.
You’re a prick.
You think this time was different?
Eileen closes the single, grimy window.
It’s cold in here.
Maybe if you didn’t parade around like a whore all the--
Eileen flies at Walter and cracks him across the face.
Maybe if you could get it up like a real man I wouldn’t dress this way.
Walter clomps to the door and slinks into a leather jacket.
I’m going drinking. Don’t wait up.
He slams the door. Eileen collapses, sobbing.