last round for the finals.
i’m now in 3rd place overall. should be in 2nd at least, but whatever. dock me points because the majority of my last script wasn’t limited to a pawn shop but i don’t care. you’re just giving me a runway.
genre: open
location: a nursery
object: a wig
yippeekiyay, motherfuckers. either my legs catch fire in the final lap, or i burn up in space. either way, i’m going for the win.
please, god, i want to find my leopard. my great-grandmother gave him to me when i was a baby. i know the way he feels. i know the way he smells. i chewed one of his ears whenever i was scared. no one knows how he disappeared and it terrifies me to think someone threw him out.
it’s not just lesbians. it’s usually straight women. they watch, they approach, their eyes flickering uncertainty over why they’re here, and yet, they are here, looking for something.
“How much would you pay to get me back if I were kidnapped?” I asked Michael.
“Ten.”
“Ten dollars or ten million?”
“Ten dollars.”
“That’s it?!?”
“JULIA. That’s all I have in my wallet, okay?”
there was a dark-haired guy in a red baseball cap standing behind me. he was handsome in a dark, brooding sort of way. he was here with 2 other guys, but the way they slouched their shoulders around him, he was clearly the alpha.
we had made eye contact several times and i had smiled once in acknowledgment. at one point, i overheard him say the words, “at the gym,” and i suddenly realized why he looked familiar–he goes to the same gym.
i turned and looked over at him, and he was looking straight at me. i looked away. i overheard him say, “but she’s more attractive than she is nice.”
coward. keep lying to yourself.
one day, if you ever meet a december 20, 1975 kiwi named gareth who works on a boat, he will tell you about the night he met me–what i did to his world, how badly he wanted to draw my eyes, what came over him when he laid his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes, what he felt when he rested his hand on my leg, how much he wished he could hold my hand, what it meant to look me in the eyes and be so completely seen. he will tell you how he’d never felt so drawn to a woman so quickly and so completely, how badly he wanted it, to feel her insides, to feel her heat and pulse, to know that she is real and she is here…with him. for him. and he’ll tell you how i shared a warmth that was so truthful, such a flood of unadulterated joy, yet still disappeared into the night, adamantly untouched. he was a boy usually accustomed to getting what he wants who somehow found his hands tied. but he’ll always smile whenever he remembers that night.
tonight was the second night in a row the possibility of sex was blatantly on the table. and just as i’m confessing…the need to hunt is becoming overwhelming. tonight, i was in a familiar place, one which featured a stuffed leopard on its altar. i could have had anyone just by looking at him. he would have even walked himself over. and still, i was gentle, i was kind, and i waited. none of them were you.
one day, when your friends look at me and comment, “that woman…she really loves you,” you will be aware of an entire sea of time and an echoing expanse of universe, and realize all over again how profoundly lucky you are.