A new snippet!
“Fade in.
A lonely hack writer hunches over his laptop in a seedy coffee shop. It is dark outside. Streetlights barely illuminate the seedy neighborhood through the haze.
Suddenly a meteor screams flaming across the sky.”
The writer looks out and up, shrugs.
“Now I’m cooking!”
The flames fade to a memory as the clientele murmurs quietly at the bay window.
The writer chuckles, leans into the laptop and types a few more words. A boom echoes in the distance. The customers at the window give a quiet awed sigh as a bright glow lights up their faces.
The writer pauses. He sips his two hour old latte and frowns at the screen. The shop becomes still. A pin drops and the sound echoes. The customers at the window are barely breathing and the barista pauses from her lackluster cup scrubbing.
The frown deepens and the writer reaches out and taps the backspace key with frustration. The tac tac tac of the key shatters the awed quiet of the coffee shop and the glow at the window disappears, the smoke trail in the sky dissipates as if it had committed an embarrasing faux pas with its mere existance and slowly, low hushed conversations resume.
The barista sighs and puts down the cup. She picks up another rag, only slightly dryer and cleaner and emerges from behind the high bar and begins to rub down empty tables. The movement is slightly more erotic than efficient, the rag does not clean much.
The writer eyes the girl. He gasps and quickly turns back to his laptop.
“Fade in”
“Outside: Night”
“A cop cruises by slowly on his lonely patrol.”
The writer pauses and takes another sip of the aging latte. A red gleam washes over the coffee house as a police cruiser eases itself forward and pauses in front of the window.
The writer winces at the latte, sighs and begins typing again.
“It’s a quiet lonely night on the street”
Outside, the street walkers suddenly find someplace else to be.
“The cop drives slowly looking for trouble”
The red gleam oozes forward and fades. The writer pauses again and smiles.
“Suddenly, a flaming meteor screams across the night sky!”
The front window rattles and brightens as flames streak over the skyline. Customers gasp and move to the window again.
The writer shakes his head sadly.
The fingers danced on the backspace key again. The skies dimmed and the customers eased back to their tables.
The writer sighs dejectedly and once again sips from the cold milky cup at his side. He puts the cup down and stares at it frowning. Seconds tick by and turn into minutes. The writer looks out the bay window into the night. Despite the haze, the night sky is fairly clear. He turns his eyes to the other customers sparsely spread among the tables. He spends a few minutes eyeing the barista as she continues her round of table caressing. A smile crawls over his lips and flirts with becoming a leer. He rounds on the laptop waiting patiently in front of him, cracks his knuckles and types furiously.
“Fade in.
A lonesome writer hunches over his laptop in a seedy coffee shop. It is night. The air is clear and cool.”
Customers mutter and hug themselves, tighten scarves and sweaters. The barista frowns at the temperature control and taps it a few times.
The writer’s fingers dance on the keyboard.
“The writer works on his script. The script of a lifetime that will launch him out of the slums of his youth and into the lap of luxury”
The writer smirks, looks around. The smile loses a notch. Undeterred, his fingers return to the keyboard. He eyes the cold latte in the corner of his eye.
“A young comely barista brings him a free cup of coffee in the hopes of catching his eye. Her bosum heaves in the hope that he notices her.”
The barista, suddenly humming to herself cheerfully, pours a fresh hot cup of caffeine. She carefully places it on a saucer and breathlessly brings it to the writer’s table. She smiles and waits a moment, looking at him through her eyelashes and thanks him for being such a nice customer. The writer looks up and leers, thanks her. He seems as if he’s about to stand to speak but decides against it. Frowns, then smiles in sudden illumination and excitedly turns back to his laptop. The fingers work furiously.
“Suddenly, a flaming meteor screams across the night sky!”
The Basement Office 