EXT. ORCHARD - DAY
A tree stands in the middle of an apple orchard. Across from it, steadfast and grim, JOE is regarding the tree with
something that might be approaching defiance.
It is a one sided stand-off.
Yeah, this is the spot. I mean, this is... my spot.
His friend and confidante, BRANDON, steps forward nonchalantly and regards the tree - a hobbyist examining an
Chipper spot for a grave, isn't it?
What? Fuck you. I'm not exactly
looking for a review, here.
I was just saying.
The two walk over to the base of the tree. Joe slowly lowers himself to the ground, struggling to seat himself. While
uncomfortable watching him, Brandon doesn't move to help him.
Brandon joins him.
So. I'm sure there's a story here.
Yeah, a fucking depressing one.
Oh. Makes the choice of scenery an interesting one.
What? Oh, you mean the- why here. Right. About that. Want to know my storied history with this place?
I first set eyes on this spot, must be... Last Tuesday. And it reminded me of a postcard I bought in Perros-Guirec when I was a kid. That's it.
They are momentarily silent.
Well, that's a shit reason.
It is a shit reason! And you know, it's been nagging me since then that I don't have a better one. I want to be
able to say this is, like, where I had my first kiss, or something?
If you wanted to be buried where you had your first kiss, I'd say you were a bit of a weirdo.
Yeah, very fucking funny. It's just... It's nice here. Better than a graveyard. Couldn't stand a graveyard.
Great big field full of names no one gives a shit about. And sad old people. What a shit buzz to decompose
You're looking for a party atmosphere
for your final resting place.
Guess this is as good as any other spot.
Like - God, do you remember how shit my dads funeral was?
Not a party atmosphere.
Not exactly. And I just knew how much he would hate the place. Can't stand the idea of getting stuck somewhere
that, I don't know, that hopeless.
Somehow, I doubt you'd mind once you were there, though.
Joe mulls over this for a moment, then struggles to his feet.
Brandon waits for him, then follows.
Hey, um... I was reading up on your thing. The page mentioned loss of, you know, motor function. Have to say,
spending all day in bed? Sounds like a laugh, if I'm being honest. You'll have a chance to catch up on your Netflix shows.
Yeah, I'm not going to let it get that
Grandads shotgun. Mum figured he was in the RA, but he was just a mad fucker.
They begin to walk away.
Nice. Very theatrical. Just don't Cobain it, your mum wants an open casket.
Joe puts a cigarette in his mouth, but struggles with his lighter. Deliberately casual, Brandon takes his own lighter
out and lights the a cigarette, barely looking at Joe.
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