Diminishment of Bread

What a literary juggler I’ve become.  Every day, I must wrestle myself with what to write.   The new script?   Post a new entry?   Another secret admirer letter?   Oh shit, did I just admit to being the author of 7,213 secret admirer letters to 7,213 random people?

While lying in bed last night (no, I’m not going there, pervert), I decided to discuss the diminishment of bread in my diet, effective as of January 2nd.   Sad but true.   How I love my bread, my biscuits, my scones!   Bread and everything related to it negatively effects my performance at CrossFit.   Yesterday, while doing box jumps, I found myself jumping higher.   Something about the combination of my blood and bread that increases the force of gravity.    Since I know so well the taste of bread, biscuits and scones (yum yum yum and yum) and I don’t know what it’s like to jump really high, I’ve chosen the latter.   Once I’ve jumped four feet high, I’ll test to see if the chemistry in my body has changed by increasing my bread intake.

I was wrong.  This is the penultimate posting regarding the script entitled Descent.   Here ya go–

               EXT. LOG CABIN - DAY

               A small rubber handball bounces against the porch.   It lands
               in Will's hand.  He suddenly jumps off the porch and climbs
               up a tree.

               Footsteps land on the porch.  Damian reaches for the doorknob.

               Will pulls his arm back and shoots it directly into Damian's
               back.

               Damian spins around.  Searches for the pitcher.

               Roaring in hysterical laughter, Will falls out of the tree.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Jesus, Will.

               Damian rushes over to Will.  The boys continues on with his
               hysteria.

                                   WILL
                         You should have seen your face. 
                         You were so scared.

               Damian thinks twice before handing Will the ball.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Hate when you do that shit.

                                   WILL
                         I don't do it that often.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Once is enough.

                                   WILL
                         Making nice-nice with Kate?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Her aunt, Mrs. Argrove, isn't well.

               Tears well up in Will's eyes.

                                   WILL
                         How?  What's wrong with her?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Don't know.  She's a manic.   

               Will stands up.  Tosses the ball into the woods.

                                   WILL
                         Damn!  What about Kate?  Will
                         she...

                                   DAMIAN
                         She's focused exclusively on her
                         aunt.

               Will starts to walk away.

                                   DAMIAN (CONT'D)
                         Will, wait!

                                   WILL
                         What?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Where's Charlie?

               A concerned expression washes over Will's face.

               EXT. WOODS - DAY

               Damian and Will walk side by side, tossing the rubber
               handball between them.

                                   WILL
                         You think Charlie stalked you?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Well, Kate didn't send him.  She
                         only saw him once in the office.

                                   WILL
                         And you believe her?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why would Kate lie?

                                   WILL
                         Cause she's a bitch.

                                   DAMIAN
                         You two have got to find common
                         ground.

                                   WILL
                         I don't got to do anything.

               Damian sticks his arm out.  Prevents Will from going any
               further.

               Several yards away, Charlie lies unconscious.

               Damian rushes over to Charlie, feels the man's heartbeat
               against his neck.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Go get Kate.

                                   WILL
                         Me?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Fine.  I'll get her.  You carry
                         Charlie to the cabin.

                                   WILL
                         Right...

               Damian laughs as Charlie runs off.

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