I hate that I haven’t been able to do my writing exercises, but I have the best reason. Been too busy with being creative! I’ve had SO much to do lately, with writing and recording things (like interviews with Holocaust survivors), that I haven’t had time to come back here. But this is here and I like doing things here, so I’m gonna post something here every, max, two weeks. Sometimes it might be a writing exercise, sometimes it might be a poem, or a short story, or maybe even an essay. I’ve wanted to write a few pop-culture essays for a long time, but talked myself out of them for one reason or another. Anywho, I have something new to post: a short film script I wrote for someone. The only rule was that I had to use elderly characters.
EXT. PORCH – NIGHT
We catch an elderly man and woman in the middle of their
conversation. The woman, MEREDITH, stands on the steps. She
wears a sweater, silver necklaces, a long, floral skirt,
flats, and an aura of happiness. She carries a take-out bag.
The man, JACOB, stands on the sidewalk. He wears a t-shirt
under a frock coat, slacks, loafers, and puckishness on his
It’s been so long since I’ve been
on a date.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a
reason to go on one.
MEREDITH smirks at his uninhibited flirting.
Men I spent time with usually got
all the flattery out of the way
She gestures towards her bag.
Well… They’re suckers, aren’t
In a rainbow of ways.
JACOB attempts seriousness.
I’m glad you said “yes,” finally.
With the way you’ve been hounding
me, Jacob, I felt you’d be asking
me out even at my wake.
I was half-joking.
And I’m completely serious.
Because lying’s for suckers.
I mean, why me? Why so strongly?
There’s so much road behind me that
I basically have a ditch left, so I
better take advantage of any
precious moment I can.
MEREDITH leans forward teasingly.
You think me precious?
JACOB crosses his arms.
I think you know what I think.
An aged lady likes to hear thoughts
aloud. Helps her know which voices
Like anyone would believe that
Three guys walk into a bar. Fourth
You know what I mean.
JACOB takes a step towards her…
Do you believe in love at first
…and she avoids him.
He takes another step…
…and her another sidestep.
He stomps mock-angrily…
Not even a little fate?
…and she playfully spins in place.
Not even a horoscope or a fortune
You know, you really know how to
rob a romantice of his bag o’
I was never a modern woman.
Well, call me crazy if you want–
She points at him.
At least let me finish, Meredith.
Some fellas, like the one standing
in front of you, believe in love.
And points again.
He moves her finger down to her side.
I’m not done yet.
Do I love you? At this moment? No.
Way to make a aged lady feel
Hound you as I may have done… it
was never out of love. It was about
a maybe. I COULD fall in love with
you, and that, frankly, was enough
for me. I’m old– We– You and I,
damnit, we’re old. But that doesn’t
mean we can’t love.
She turns around solemnly.
It does for me. I’m not who you
think I am.
Who do you think I think you are?
She looks at him over her shoulder…
A decent woman.
What, did you sell secrets to the
…then looks away.
No… Just myself, and failed at
When I was growing up, it was just
my aunt and myself. Aunt Helene.
She got sick on my 19th birthday…
and never really got better. Soon,
it became clear that I was gonna
have to take charge and–
What about her husband?
She faces him.
I told you: it was just she and me.
What also became clear was that
jobs weren’t throwing themselves at
19-year-olds. Good ones, anyway. I
had to take drastic measures to
make her better. Luckily, it was
the Swinging Sixties. I don’t
regret having sex for money. I regret
it not being enough to save her.
Tuberculosis. That’s what it was.
At least she didn’t die on my
birthday, too. But she lied. When I
was a little girl, I asked her to
tell me what it was like after she
died. In all my nights at her
grave, arms wrapped around her
tombstone, I only heard my sobbing.
I don’t see how that keeps you from
being a decent woman.
Her gaze turns frustrated.
How could you not? I wasn’t able to
You weren’t able to save a lot of
people in this world.
I only set out to save one of them,
and I couldn’t do that.
She starts to drift into sadness, and he gives one loud CLAP
that startles her out of any malaise.
Self-pity doesn’t suit you.
She regains her composure.
Oh, be quiet.
It’s the truth. You’re too strong a
woman to STILL let that burden drag
She looks at him with a smirk, then shakes her head with a
Most men would let a woman cry,
then try to be a hero.
He puts a hand on his hip like Superman… and falters.
I’m too old to embarrass myself
with derring-do’s. Reading Batman’s
enough for me.
Ha, you still read those funny
I never stopped.
Speaking of… I’d like to kiss the
hand that would stop me.
She playfully takes a few steps away from him.
Before your confession, I was gonna
suggest more than a kiss.
Don’t be that way, you’re too
beautiful a woman to be cruel.
Besides, don’t you wanna dust off
your Swinging Sixties bag o’
tricks, Bettie Page?
She opens her door and stands in the doorway.
Come on, then, Mr. Sinatra.
He happily follows her while rolling up his sleeves.