Script Writing - Short Story
Script Writing - Short Story
CLAUDE
(Walking through the street very casually but with intent. Taking in the sounds of the town.
Sees SHELLY, an older pretty woman with brown hair, she’s about fifty yards away, he
looks at her and has a double take. He shows shock in his face)
(He stops and thinks for a minute. Has a realisation. The thought of her is making his chest
rumble and his mouth dry. He has a glimmer in his eye. He sits down on a nearby ledge to
take a breath.)
CLAUDE
(sigh) That is the 100% perfect girl for me
CLAUDE (V.O)
Some may have their own view on what the definition of a 100% perfect girl, she may
have big eyes, slim ankles or graceful fingers. This girl may not be anything special
but there was just something about her. Something that I can’t figure out. I’ve never
felt like this before.
This restaurant is quite vintage and is slightly falling apart. Lots of clutter around, including
miscellaneous items from different cultures of the world. The vibes inside are very chilled
and feel very homely. The place feels like a warm hug. There is quiet BACKGROUND
MUSIC. The restaurant is half busy, there is a slight chatter throughout. Claude is sat on his
own in a booth.
CLAUDE
(Looking around, sees a girl and is transfixed on her looks)
CLAUDE (V.O)
Sometimes, when I’m out, I do catch myself staring at some girls because of the shape
of their nose or the way that they eat.
(gets up and walks away towards his apartment. This time with a spring in his step)
A very organised rectangle room that overlooks the neighbourhood, with a white and beige
colour palette. A large double bed sits in the middle, with a grey desk in the corner. On his
bed sits a laptop and a notepad and pen. There is a full-length window with a shutter blind
that folds down.
CLAUDE
(Jumps onto the bed, his phone is ringing. He picks up the phone. His best friend
FELIX, a blonde funny boy who has been his best friend for years, is on the other end
of the line)
FELIX
(surprised) Yeh? Good-looking?
CLAUDE
(hesitant) Not really.
FELIX
(smug) Your favourite type then?
CLAUDE
(slightly confused) I don’t know. I can’t seem to remember anything about her.
FELIX
(confused) Strange.
CLAUDE
(questioning) yeah, it is so strange.
FELIX
(bored) so anyways, what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?
CLAUDE
Nah. Just passed her on the street.