Officer Daniels holds tight to the counter as he maneuvers around it, then staggers to the bench and plops down beside Emma. As he talks his face takes on a greenish hue, as if he is suddenly aware that his lunch no longer agrees with him.
Emma listens, her chin firm. Though a close observer might notice slight quivers that break through her iron will.
Officer Daniels raises a shaky hand toward the door. Emma stares at the hand momentarily, then nods. Emma stands slowly, throws back her shoulders, and marches out.
Officer Daniels wipes sweat from his brow as he staggers back to his high stool. He checks that no one is watching before he rests his head on the counter.
* * *
This is an excerpt of a screenplay I’ve just begun. I’ve had the story plotted out since I first wrote the Behold the Eye trilogy oh-so-many years ago. It’s kinda funny it’s taken me this long to get to it.
Even though this is built on the same premise (dream traveling), it’s from a different time and place with new characters.