[A well-dressed man, KEN, runs up to a well-dressed woman, SAL, on an urban street in the evening, bunch of roses in his hand.] SAL: Hi Ken! KEN: Hi Sal! Sorry I’m a little bit late. You’re looking ravishing! SAL: Thanks [Sal punches Ken hard in the face.] KEN: What was that for?! SAL: Sorry,
[Two women sit drinking champagne on the deck of a yacht at sunset on the French Riviera.] WOMAN 1: …It really is a beautiful city! WOMAN 2: Yes, but it’s such a shame. I’ve only been to Venice seven times. WOMAN 1: Oh you poor, poor thing! WOMAN 2: I know. I know. [WOMAN 1
[A meditation INSTRUCTOR sits cross legged in front of two students seated likewise on yoga mats. The instructor plays a small Tibetan singing bowl.] INSTRUCTOR: …Imagine a lightness in the crown of your head, a white light, that rushes down through you like a leaf being carried in the surge of a gentle river… Feel
[Two men are sitting in a small bird hide overlooking a dense wide grassland, waiting with anticipation.] MAN 1: The oriental stork can be incredibly skittish. We must be incredibly quiet. MAN 2: I understand. [MAN 1 takes out a pair of binoculars out of a small bag on his lap and becomes intent on
[A very, very thin woman, JANE, steps into the entrance of a passenger plane. She stops to show her ticket to an awaiting AIR HOSTESS, who is all smiles.] JANE: Good evening. AIR HOSTESS: Good evening! [scrutinising the ticket] Um, Jane Ferguson? JANE: Yes? AIR HOSTESS: You’ve bought a ticket for one seat have you?
[A tall MAN with a grey feathered trilby hat rides into a small urban town square on the back of a large African ostrich. He rides over to a small group of people, sitting enjoying their coffee outside a cafe.] MAN: Has anyone seen a tall man with a grey feathered trilby hat and riding
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