Silence. Darkness.
CLARK is in bed. He can’t sleep.
He looks at his clock.
He rolls over.
He switches sides.
A siren goes by out the window.
He rolls over again.
He looks at his clock again.
He switches sides again.
He turns the pillow over.
Footsteps and whispers in the hallway.
He looks at his clock again.
He switches sides again.
He rolls over again.
Knocking on the door. Then banging. Then, it is kicked in.
OFFICERS enter, pull CLARK out of bed.
They handcuff him.
They drag him out.
Silence. Darkness.
1 comment:
its like Happy Days with a climax
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