Alice sat in her usual spot on the bench, staring down at her feet. Her red envelope resting on her lap, with her right hand laying on top of it. Chris approached awkwardly, cautious as to Alice’s potential behaviour toward him today.
He wondered if she was still upset. He wondered why and if she would tell him today. He wondered but then wondered no more when he saw the red envelope still with her – no, she still hadn’t posted it.
She glanced at him as he neared but then turned her head away quickly, pretending that she hadn’t looked at all. He sat down next to her.
No words passed between the two of them the whole time he was sitting there. They sat in an equally uncomfortable silence, each one wanting to speak, but not daring. Chris wanted to apologise, whilst at the same time wanting to know what it was that was bothering Alice. Whilst she wanted him not to care, for him to just forget about it and to go back to how they were before he’d said anything. But she knew that, that was never going to happen.
And so what followed was five whole minutes of them simply sitting there, side by side, silent, pretending the other one wasn’t there, craning their necks away from each other so as to avoid any ackowledgement of the others presence.
Stupid! they both thought.
Suddenly that all too familiar jingle broke the silence, filling the air around them with its sharp computerized, yet somewhat muffled melody. And just like the day before, Alice didn’t even bother taking it from her pocket. She merely stood up and walked away, without a single word.
Chris stared blankly at the red post box across the way.
Shit! he thought to himself.
This is adapted from a script I have recently written, and in fact am still working on, for a short film I plan to make very soon for my university course. The film documents a week in the life of two twenty-something’s who over the course of seven days form the beginnings of what might grow to be a good friendship, and perhaps something more.
More to come…