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| Scene Title | Missed Connection |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | 'Cause it's my life |
| Date | February 15, 2021 |
Long, bright fingers of morning light reach through window blinds and stretch across a messily made bed. Beyond the blinds, birds are just starting to announce the new day from the skeletal branches of a nearby tree. As the small clock radio on a bedside table kicks on with the first song of the morning, Jac Childs sits back from her computer.
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for faith-departed
Childs’ Residence
February 15, 2021, 6:15 am
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud
Her hands rest to either side of the keyboard, eyes skimming over the handful of words inside the text box. Two hours ago she had given up on trying to sleep in order to entertain the ballsy notion that it was her turn to push some buttons. Now, she has full sentences written, a short paragraph formed with coy prose.
A keen thrill of excitement bubbles in her chest.
Yeah, this is for the ones who stood their ground
**For Tommy and Gina, who never backed down
Raising her arms up, over her head, Jac stretches and considers the vaguely giddy feeling. It's been a while, but it isn't unfamiliar. She's felt it before, when she took to the underground and discovered a camcorder, when she traveled beyond a wall and discovered a lab filled with treasures left abandoned decades ago.
Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky, got to make your own breaks
It was there when she faced electric rats, leapt from a trafficker’s boat, and met a stranger who spoke in riddles. It's the intuition that led her down some dangerous paths. But those paths eventually brought her to some pretty fantastical things.
It's my life
On her own. By just doing what she does.
And it's now or never
Surviving.
Cause I ain't gonna live forever
Leaning forward, Jac moves the mouse until the pointer hovers over the submit button. Her eyes lift to read the short paragraph one last time
I just want to live while I'm alive
and then she clicks post.
posted to: Missed Connections
on: 15 Feb 2021, 6:27 am
by: ogspgiinorjyTo my Silver-Haired Spirit
We tried running away together one rainy evening. But they wouldn't let us, and you had to leave without me. I still dream about you. Do you ever think about me? Where did you go? I hope we can meet again.
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said, "I did it my way"
I just want to live while I'm alive