Excerpt from a short script called "The Walk Home".

This is a very basic script where the only spoken words are from the narrator. My English teacher told my to write about what I know. Therefore, I wrote about walking home from college. "TWH" is short and sweet. Maybe about 5, 6 minutes long.

People with dogs, people playing, people walking, people on

bikes, people sitting talking, people sunbathing.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Walking their yappy dogs, chucking

an old red Frisbee around, playing

a game that seems to have no rules

or winners. I wanted to join in, but I had to

get home. My parents would worry if

I wasn’t back soon.

A ball is booted over towards GIRL by a mixed group of

youngish people playing football. One of them jogs over to

GIRL, to get the ball.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Sometimes, a ball would come

heading my way. I would kick it

back, not looking at the person

running towards me. Maybe to thank

me. To smile at me. To ask me my

name.

GIRL looks away. Not in an unkind way, just the way you

would with anybody.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

I would avoid all eye contact. I

didn’t want to look like a

desperate-freak.

An old couple is sitting on a bench with their legs wrapped

in a blanket and a sandwich each. They are chatting to each

other and smiling.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Old couples sitting on a bench,

talking to each other. Do they have

children? Grandchildren? A pet?

The layout is (I believe) different from how it usually it, but that's how life is. Leave a comment if you want to read more, etc, etc.
Caroline
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