Fiction

Taller than the rest

Sorry, for the late draft, I've been traveling the last week or so, and things have just been hetic. 
AT CURTAIN RISE
SCENE 1

this is the most recent draft of the pilot script to the series i've been working on. it's been through a lot of evolutions, i posted a show bible a while back (find that here for background information).

We wait like teenagers for our owners’ car to leave the driveway. All day has been spent reading the notes back in my head, turning the humans’ nonsense words into lyrics of my song, catching their absent-minded humming in my cracks.

June 13, 2066

Scene one, act one. An office building in San Fransisco.

Jack: So you're saying that I have no reason to come here, after months and months of this, and demand an explanation? 

I looked at my phone, and a wave of shear and utter panic swept through me.
It made me jump a little.

The restaurant was small and crowded
With people waiting an hour to get their
burgers and fries.
All the outside tables were full, because it was a nice day
for a February afternoon.

She was beautiful in all of the usual ways. She had wide eyes that reflected the depths of the ocean and the heights of the sky, so when others gazed upon them they thought that they could fly.

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
She had long, flaming red hair 
Always tangled
Always down
She wore polka dots and stripes
At the same time
Didn't care
Didn't care

“Help! I screamed, running as fast as I could into the forest. My breath was coming in short pants as I sobbed out cries for help. “Please, someone, help me!”