Angela Comes Home

Scene.

Lights dim on a small one bedroom apartment. Early evening. No one is home. Kitchen, eating area, living room are visible. It's an old Victorian that has been converted into apartments, and has the charm and quirks as such.

We hear a key in the door. Angela enters, loaded down with bags from the day, holding the mail in her teeth. She has to use the bathroom, badly. She carefully places her computer bag on the floor against a chair, once the precious cargo is safe, everything else is done with reckless abandon. She tosses the mail in another chair, struggles to kick off her shoes and hops toward the bathroom as she strips off her coat, hat, scarf, gloves, sweater, throwing everything on the floor. She only manages to half close the door as she disappears from view.




Ok, yeah, it's really me coming home. I've just been having this run through my head as scene for a while now and needed to get it down... need to do more creative writing. Would love to write a movie or play for real sometime. sigh. need a concept.