Sunday Script

Frank heard the footsteps of the runner from the network. Next, the healthy thud; script hitting carpet. Frank loved Sundays. What would his character, Victor, get up to this week, Frank pondered for the shortest time.

He opened the thick brown envelope, allowing the stapled sheets to slip out onto the coffee table. He knew he shouldn't, but he always did. Frank turned to the last page. Did he get the final scene ?

Victor falls down the mine shaft to his death. Camara 2 pans back from Victor's closed eyes.

"Oh!" said Frank, not liking Sundays quite so much.