Digital Ischemia

28/10/2012

Seizing

Filed under: What You Wish For-S — Teepwriter @ 10:52

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE HALL – EVENING

Polly slips around the front door, starts.  Finn and Jade, 4, present themselves on the stairs, ready for bed, beside Innes.  Polly beams, hugs them all.

JADE
Good night, mummy.

POLLY
Good night you and good night you.

Innes ushers Finn and Jade upstairs, winks at Polly.  She tilts her head, pleasantly puzzled.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE KITCHEN – EVENING

Polly gazes in awe over the laid table, candles, flowers.  Innes edges in, self-conscious.  She glances up.

INNES
I dinnae want to waste any mere time.

DISSOLVE TO:

Flickering candles, generous portions.  Innes leans his head on Polly’s shoulder, smirking, rapturous.  She describes, gesticulating wildly, with a mischievous grin.

DISSOLVE TO:

Candles burnt out, food left, plates pushed aside.  Polly glances down.  Innes feigns sleeping in her lap.  She smirks, flicks his nose.  He protests, hauls himself up.

INT. BENACHAR HOUSE POLLY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Polly kneels up on the bed, coy, stripping.  Innes steps closer, overwhelmed with lust.  She reaches him, tugs off his T-shirt, presses her face and breasts to his chest.

Innes thrusts Polly on to her back.  She widens her eyes.  He kisses and licks down her body, teases around her pants.  She grabs his shoulders.  He slides his tongue inside her pants.  She is astonished with pleasure.

DISSOLVE TO:

Polly gawps, sprawls, dangles an arm over the bed edge.  Her body glistens, quivers.  She focuses, lolls her head.  Innes lounges alongside her, head on hand, propped on an elbow.  He is calm, delighted.  She fails to form words.

EXT. BENACHAR HOUSE GARDEN – DAY

Will rounds the house, searching.  Polly rests her head on a deck chair back, eyes closed to the sun, shelling peas automatically.  She forces an apprehensive smile.

POLLY
What’s today’s topic?

WILL
Uh, where’s Innes?

POLLY
The never-ending harvest!  What are you after?

WILL
Honesty.

POLLY
Why would you want that?!

WILL
I don’t want to waste any more time.

Polly freezes, stares at Will.  He holds her gaze.

WILL (CONT’D)
I want us to be honest about each other.  Please.

Polly releases her bowl of peas.  She rubs her forehead, watches the bowl spin to rest on the ground.  She drags her head but can not raise her eyes to Will.

POLLY
You were my one in this life, time.  But I couldn’t have you.  I had to find another time.

Will sinks into a chair.  Polly creeps her eyes to him.

POLLY (CONT’D)
Enough honesty?

WILL
My turn.

Polly is petrified, captivated.

WILL (CONT’D)
Who did you tell about Innes, apart from me?

POLLY
Only my dad.  I don’t think he accepted it.

WILL
Which leaves me.  You shouldn’t’ve trusted me.

POLLY
What can you possibly have done?

WILL
Massively deceived you, manipulated you, taken advantage…  I figured out how to do it.

POLLY
Do what?

WILL
Manifest myself in another time, like you.  But I manifested as someone else.

Innes rounds the house, dusty and sweaty.

INNES
Hello!  Is all well?

WILL
No.  Your time’s up.

INNES
Oh.  How lang do I ha’e to wait?

WILL
Too long.  I left it far too long.

Innes vanishes before Polly and Will.  She is stunned, distraught, reaches for the space where Innes stood.

POLLY
No!  No!  He can’t go back now!

WILL
(quietly)
That wasn’t him.  He wasn’t Innes.  That was me.

Polly flicks her attention back and forth between the empty space and Will, trying to comprehend in shock.

WILL (CONT’D)
Innes left last year.

Will pulls out a letter.

WILL (CONT’D)
He wrote this to you and I should’ve given it to you last year.

Polly takes the letter, reads, weakens.  Will leans closer, holds her.  She reacts only to the letter, twitching her eyes and lips, filling up.

POLLY
No…  No?  He went.  He’s gone.  (WAILING)  My Innes!  You’re gone now and you’re gone then.

Polly collapses to the ground.  Will can’t stop her or help her.  She hauls herself up.  He reaches for her.

POLLY (CONT’D)
I didn’t get to say goodbye.  It’s not…  Most people don’t.  It was his choice.

WILL
But you didn’t know when it happened.

POLLY
No.  Can you go now?

WILL
Of course.  I’m not sorry.  I was never so happy…  I don’t regret–

POLLY
–You don’t say any more!

Will crawls away, glances back.  Polly holds her head, curls, shakes.

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