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CHRIS:
Let's hope it don't take that long to
read.
HOLLY:
As the dawn brings the sun and life to
her body made limp by sleep and the
pleasures of his passion she awakes, and
feels her nakedness against the world and
his body lying still, next to her. Stained
bed sheet and a pillow, heavy from sweat,
are all that remains to validate his
valour in night time combat. But she was
not his foe, that unseen enemy he forced
his might against last night; she was but a
cushion for his blows.
ANGLE DOUG\KATKA\CHRIS & FADE HOLLY SOUND TO BACKGROUND
HOLLY(OS)
No act of love but willing violence
demanded by one and begged by the other.
As life turned to fantasy and reality to
ecstasy a need, so deep no light could
reach, surfaced like a nocturnal creature
unearthed for momentary and glorious
display. Left alone in a rose-tinted
afterglow dimming fast she tasted the
moisture of her body and wondered why
light came to day and such desires to
her pale-skin body.
DOUG:
(to Chris)
Well she sure isn't normal.
CHRIS:
Fresh from the shrink I'd say!
DOUG:
Yeah, group bloody therapy time.
KATKA:
So why don't you get up and speak something,
then we will see who is crazy.
DOUG:
Ooh, well excuse me.
ON HOLLY:
HOLLY:
And now as the window lace filters out
a darkened past she reaches for her body
once more. Her hand glides from breast
to thigh as thoughts of times flow by.
Her nipples awake and race after a conscious
thought of lustful moments in grassy fields
in time to see reality reap the earth and
leave it barren.
ANGLE DOUG/KATKA/CHRIS
Doug drinks, Chris smokes and Katka listens. PAN Audience.
HOLLY(OS)
She has no reason for discontent and
less for hope of what love could be
in a privileged world. Her eyes wander
once more and her hand follows, down his
spine. The nails that hide no blood run
down the valley of his buttocks, stroking
electric hairs that lead to his well of
life and reason. As the tendons in
her fingers tighten her Adonis wakes
and her eyes turn to the sky and a
Holly closes notebook and tentative applause begins as she moves back
to Josh who is clapping politely
JOSH:
When the hell did you write that?
HOLLY:
Just yesterday.
JOSH:
Sh*t Honey, you could've told me.
People might think it's about us!
HOLLY:
Maybe it is!
ANGLE M.C. up front.
M.C.
Okay let's take a break there...
M.C. looks at the clipboard.
M.C.(Cont'd)
We've only got three readers for the
second half so sign-up in the break
if you're interested - Does anyone
have any announcements to make?
A few acknowledgments are heard and a wildly-dressed American girl
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