Bettina cantered through the building, checking her wristwatch every few steps. Her Styrofoam cup (appropriately labelled “Dunkin Donuts”) decorated one hand, and a file of paperwork bound to her chest filled the other. As she stepped through the door to the conference room, she spotted a prepubescent boy leaned back… Continue reading
Jaws dropped. My next words stammered from my lips. “I… don’t… drink… coffee.” Several dumb-founded faces stared back at me, generating vibes of discomfort. I reached behind me, feeling for the edge of the counter and stumbled back until I found it. Might as well be an alien, I thought… Continue reading
“Hey! There’s no smoking in my head!” Bettina shrugs, puffing smoke into my face. “I’m harming no one but myself.” “No harm?” I grab the cigarette from Bettina. A clump of ash lands on her fingers. She jumps back, shaking her hand against the burn. “Bloody hell!” I hide my… Continue reading
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM – MORNING Close-up side shot of a woman’s face, focusing on cheeks and lips. A cigarette rests in her mouth. She inhales. Ashes wither away the white stem as the orange tip burns. A slow pan-out reveals the woman outfitted in business attire. Clipped to her jacket’s… Continue reading