Digital Ischemia

23/09/2012

Family

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 16:20

EXT. BENACHAR COTTAGE – SUMMER, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR COTTAGE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Old-fashioned furniture gleams with wear.  Disregarded, dusty ornaments clump together in corners.  Dad, alert but weak, fades in an incongruous, floral patterned, comfortable chair beside a stack of newspapers.

DAD
Don’t wake them now.  Come and speak to me!

Polly drops on to a less worn, matching chair.

POLLY
You’ve grown into that chair!

DAD
Your mother had awful taste in upholstery but under a’ these flowers is one comfy seat.

Polly chuckles with sorrow, keels back into the chair.

POLLY
Innes is Jade and Finn’s father.

Dad is bowled.

DAD
A’right.  Well, that wasn’t what I expected.  I thought you were going to go on about your work!

Polly pouts in hope.  Dad accepts.

POLLY
That’s only half of it.

DAD
On you go.

POLLY
When I said I met him on my travels, I didn’t mean America.

DAD
No’ wi’ that accent.

POLLY
He’s from here.

DAD
Whereabouts?

POLLY
Right here.  He lived in town, worked at the house.

DAD
When was this?

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE – AUTUMN, DAY – ESTABLISHING

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – DAY

Innes places moderate quantities of bread, cheese and salad on the table, pulls up a chair.  Polly bustles in, lifts Finn and Jade, 2, inserts them in their chairs.  Polly approves the meal as she lowers herself.

INNES
Nae waste in my faimily.

POLLY
Do you miss them?  Harry and Mister Dudgeon?

INNES
A wee bit.  But they will no’ miss me!  I miss freedom.  There is so much going on now.

Polly tries a reassuring smile.  Innes droops.

INNES (CONT’D)
How is your faither?

Polly droops.

EXT. BENACHAR COTTAGE – 2017, SPRING, DAY

Polly creeps out the front door, gently closing it behind her.  She heads for the house, careworn.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY – CONTINUOUS ACTION

Will chases around heaps of toys, contorting his face, crouching, leaping.  Finn and Jade, 3, flee, shrieking in delight, knocking toys.  Polly struts in, stern.

POLLY
Mellow time!?

Will tilts to an innocent halt, attempting contrition.  Finn and Jade stumble on, gasping laughter.

JADE
Will’s the Whigmaleerie!

POLLY
The Whigmaleerie isn’t bad!  It’s misunderstood!

Will drops back into character, whirls around, snarling.

WILL
I trick children and eat your fingers!

Finn and Jade renew their squeals, spurting away.

POLLY
I’ll need to find that book.  Five minutes!  Calm it down.

Polly heads to the kitchen.  Will reluctantly resumes normal appearance, slumps on the floor.  Finn and Jade spiral around him, tumbling on to him.

INT. BENACHAR COTTAGE LIVING ROOM – DAY

Polly perches on Dad’s chair, lifts part of the newspaper stack on to her knees, flicks through it, pulls out loose handwritten sheets.

Open packing boxes, shelves with dust-free patches, empty of ornaments.  Polly slumps back, puts her hand to her face, grimaces with upset.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – DAY

Polly sorts mail listlessly, stacking envelopes on the table.  Innes approaches, riling himself.  She glances up, attempts light-heartedness.

INNES
Mere letters fae the Government?

POLLY
Yeh, but I’m not turning you in.

INNES
Do ye think they will stop?

POLLY
I think I can close them down with my dad.

INNES
I fear that this magic will end, just for itsel’ or for some agent who would destroy us for my unnatural presence.

Polly grabs Innes, tightly hugs him.

POLLY
How are the kids today?

Innes cheers a little.

INNES
The raspberry fish caused some bother in the princesses’ classroom.

Polly and Innes share baffled amusement.

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