Burnt Turkey

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INT. ME'S HOME LATE NIGHT

MYA SLEEP sits silently in a darkened room. There is a slight orange glow bathing one side of SLEEP's face. Flour is dusted through SLEEP's hair, face and apron.

ME enters the door quietly and sneaks in, hanging up his coat. With his back to SLEEP, he is surprised to hear:

MYA SLEEP
Hello, dear.

ME
Oh - hi.

MYA SLEEP
Nice of you to come home.

ME
Sorry I didn't call. The others were going out for a few drinks after knocking off and I thought it would be rude not to join them.

MYA SLEEP
Typical. Never consider me.

ME
Oh Mya, don't be like that. You didn't go to any special effort for me, did you?

PIVOT around SLEEP in her chair to discover the light is coming from the open oven. A dark, burnt-turkey like figure is outlined by the oven's glow.

ME
... Oh.

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Scratch that – reverse it. I’m not exactly the most social person in the world, I like to be left alone a lot of the time to get my own stuff done, but I really should have joined the cast after rehearsal today to view a documentary. But it’s cold and raining, and I just knew Mya Sleep was baking something tasty for me at home. Can you blame me?

Responses

1. Kevin says:

   September 27, 2005 at 10:37 am

   Nope can’t blame you at all. I am a person who like to be left to my own devices and am most uncomfrtable in large social gatherings myself and make excuses to leave early when I can’t avoid going. Sometimes, I just don’t bother turning up even after saying I will.
2. Tammy says:

   September 29, 2005 at 1:04 pm

   Oh, WHAT has happend to my brain!? .. i dont understand this last discourse at all Tyson, its all riddles and turkey’s! Greg xoxo
3. AJ says:

   September 29, 2005 at 1:10 pm

   ..I’m with Greg/Tammy.