It is just after six a.m.. The bedroom is dimly lit by the glow of the early morning sky. The sound of rain comes in the open window.
Jane and Alice are mostly awake. They lie resting for a few more minutes side-by-side on the big bed.
Alice: I'm so sorry, Jane.
Jane: What do you mean?
Alice: I mean, I'm sorry.
Jane: About what?
Alice lets out a long sigh.
Alice: Everything.
Jane rolls onto her side to face Alice. She rubs her arm.
Jane: It's okay. You didn't do anything.
Alice turns away.
Alice: Then I'm not sorry at all.
2 comments:
Play some Rolling Stones in the background and you've got yourself a scene from a Wes Anderson film.
Haha. So very true.
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