Saturday, March 25, 2023

Slice of Life: Day 25: Screenplay


This is part of a screenplay, a spinoff of the four-book series I've been working on for a very long time.


FADE IN:

 

 

EXT.  DEEP IN A FOREST – DAY

 

PIERCE DAGON, 75, wears worn sneakers, jeans, a jacket and a backpack draped over one shoulder. Straight, silver hair falls from under his ballcap as he stands impatiently, staring at the outer rim of a circular clearing where nothing grows. Pierce, who usually frequents the library at this time, waits for the one thing he tenaciously researches. The mysterious cabin.

 

Pierce looks at his arm and watches the hairs rise on his arm. 

 

MILES, 76, Pierce’s best friend, approaches, whistling, from a nearby path. A walking stick, like a pendulum, swings at his side as he tilts his fedora to block the rays of sun that light his path.

 

Miles pours an unsteady cup of coffee from his thermos and hands it to Pierce.

 

                               PIERCE

               You here for the same reason?

 

                               MILES

               No, I saw you head into the woods. I went 

home, grabbed my gear, and thought I’d try 

to catch up with you.

 

Miles looks across the circle as leaves blow across it but don’t touch the ground.

 

                               MILES (CONT’D)

               I had no idea this is why you came. It’s

               good to see this again. In a way.

 

Miles sees the tentpoles sticking out of Pierce’s backpack.

 

                               MILES (CONT’D)

               The third time you have a choice. You 

               planning to camp out until it happens?

 

                               PIERCE

               I need to go – and yes, I’m not going

               anywhere until it shows up and takes me.

 

MILES

               I had a feeling you’d say that. Have you

               thought this through?

 

PIERCE

               There’s nothing to think through.

               I need to find her.

 

                               MILES

               There’s something different, other than

               having a choice you need to be aware of.

 

Pierce continues to stare across the empty circle.

 

                               MILES (CONT’D)

               I’ve talked with other travelers. There

               are implications.

 

                               PIERCE

               Let’s hear it. But my mind is made up.

 

                               MILES

               There’s no guarantee you’ll return.

               Whatever world you go to could be your 

last. The thought of never seeing you 

again, well, I didn’t exactly wake up 

this morning preparing for that.

 

                               PIERCE

               What else?

 

                               MILES

               Not returning means no influence on 

               family, you’ve neglected. Speaking of 

which, have you-

 

                               PIERCE

               What else?

 

Miles turns and faces Pierce catching his eye.

 

                               MILES

               She may not be there. Noelle may not 

exist in your next world, and even if 

she does, you may never find her. If 

you do, it could take a lifetime. 

Hell, Pierce, you may only be there a 

year. We don’t ever know.

 

Miles blows on his cup before taking a sip of coffee.

 

                               MILES (CONT’D)

Your journeys were rare, being that you 

ended up in the same world both times. 

Believe me. 

               

PIERCE

When I left her, I was ripped away. 

Torn from her, our children. I need 

closure. If nothing else, I deserve 

that. I’ve tried living this life 

without her. Can’t do it.

 

               MILES

What about your son that’s here? A son 

that lives in your real world, but you 

know nothing about. And the only gift 

he ever received was abandonment.

 

               PIERCE

               I felt I was betraying them.

 

                               MILES

               Which makes the void of abandonment

deeper and darker. I just want to make 

sure you know what’s at risk.

 

                               PIERCE

               I do. Was there something else you 

wanted?

 

Miles stoops over, grabs some small sticks.

 

                               MILES

               How about one last campfire?

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