Let me set the scene for you...
EXT. SIDEWALK - EVENING
A sprawling cookie-cutter condo community where every last detail down to the height of the hedges has been planned out.
O’Neill trudges up the hill Crackberry in one hand and iPod in the other. The overly-exhausted look on her face says it all… it’s been beyond a long day.
INNER O’NEILL
Okay. If I can manage to chuck my stuff as soon as I walk in the door then maybe I can make it to Rite Aide in time… No. Wait. Shit. They close in 15… I’ll do it tomorrow… No. Can’t do that. I’m supposed to…
Pip-Squeak (V.O.)
O’Neill!
Jarred out of the confines of her own thoughts, O’Neill glances up to see Pip-Squeak bouncing towards her. A pig-tail clad kindergartner decked out in a Cinderella costume, she’s the definition of cuteness.
O’NEILL
Hey there.
PIP-SQUEAK
Where’ve you been?
O’NEILL
Work.
PIP-SQUEAK
You’re always working.
INNER O’NEILL
Wow. I think you just might be channeling my mother.
PIP-SQUEAK
Wanna play princess?
O’NEILL
Sorry Kiddo, not tonight.
PIP-SQUEAK
Why?
INNER O’NEILL
Because I’ve been going non-stop since 6 am, have nothing but caffeine and Oreos in my system, and if I don’t tackle my mountain of dirty clothes I will be going naked to work tomorrow.
O’NEILL
Just can’t.
PIP-SQUEAK
Why?
O’Neill glances longingly at her front door and then gives Pip-Squeak a quick shrug.
O’NEILL
I’m tired.
PIP-SQUEAK
We’ve got nap time at school. We lay down and then Miss Rachel tells us to be really, really quiet and then Ben cries. He’s afraid of the dark. But I’m not. I’m a big girl.
(pause)
Do you have nap time?
INNER O’NEILL
Call it a hunch but I think people would notice if I tried to pull a George Costanza in my cubicle.
O’NEILL
Afraid not.
PIP-SQUEAK
Really? That sounds boring. When I grow up I’m gonna be a princess. Not a pretend one. A real one. And I’m gonna live in a castle and have horses and tons of dresses and even a big big pond.
(pause)
What are you gonna be when you grow up?
O’Neill ponders this for a moment as a smile crawls across her face.
O'NEILL
Honestly, Kiddo, I don't know.
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