Chris approached the empty bench with mixed feelings. After yesterday he had no intention of returning to that spot to see Alice, he was merely going to wait for her to contact him. But in the last 24 hours he had heard nothing, and so, realising that he wasn’t as cool and calm as he had intended on being, had decided to return to the bench today, in the hope that Alice would be there. But she wasn’t.
The bench was vacant, yet still Chris didn’t feel completely hopeless. He had a certain sense of hopefulness, that he couldn’t explain. Like he knew that things would work out in the end. But then, standing in front of bench, he paused.
Who am I kidding? he thought, This is stupid.
He sighed then sat down. Across the way from him he could see the post box, and wondered if Alice had posted the envelope, or had she just given up. Again he found himself wanting to know what was in the envelope, and worried for a second that he would never know. He also wondered whether it really mattered.
Suddenly he was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing – the tone similar to the one he had heard coming from Alice’s mobile all week. He calmly reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out the phone. He looked at the screen: Unknown number calling… it read. He pressed the green phone symbol to the left of his keypad, raised the phone to his ear and spoke.
The little red envelope didn’t mean a thing.
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.
This is the last one.