Morning came slicing through the window and stirred me out of my slumber. I had a restful sleep for the first night since I'd been there. I got up and took a cold shower and then got to work.
The weeks passed without incident. Betty never returned, no windows shattered, there weren't even any more windstorms. I revised the script through early November and had it ready to film. But I was still contemplating the ending of the film. It wasn't set in stone.
But at least life wasn't imitating art.
I'd broken the chain. Young blondes could sleep easy.
Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Phew! Love the opening sentence, so powerful.
Christopher 12 months ago
Thanks, Drew. I meant to write when he went to town that he got someone out to replace the windows in the living room but I forgot. I guess we'll just have to assume.
Neville Hunt 12 months ago
It’s artistic licence Christopher. Get us readers to work that out as we’re so wrapped up in the storyline that we’re not bothered about ‘i’ dotting and ‘t’ crossing.