IRIS , by Shef In their lounge, a young couple celebrates receipt of airline tickets for the trip of a life time. (On the table stands a glass vase filled with irises.) The young man locks the front door as the taxi driver loads their luggage and the young woman enters the car. Both passports are stamped at check in. (Faces seen). The airplane lands. The young couple falls onto the bed of their junior suite. Their hands clasped together on the newly made bed. The young couple are in a busy market place (like a souk in Marrakech) The young woman is beckoned to a make-shift dress shop. The young man is called over to a jeweler’s stall opposite. A semi-precious stoned necklace stands out. The young man holds up the necklace. The young man places the necklace around the young womans neck, the stall holder is charmed. The young man takes a photograph of the young woman wearing the necklace. (Seen through the camera) A commotion breaks out at the head of the market. Four horsemen, with heads and faces covered, charge through the market-place upturning stalls. The young man is knocked to the ground by a rearing horse. The young woman is scooped up by one of the horsemen. The young man upturns the police chiefs table, the photograph of the young woman wearing the necklace spins into the air. The young man is sitting on a bed in a prison cell. The young man is escorted by police to the airport check in. The young mans passport is stamped. The young man is sitting in his armchair at home, the unopened travel bag on the ground before him. (Irises in vase now dying) The young man leaves his home and locks the front door, travel bag in hand. The young mans arrives at the airport and his passport is stamped. The young man is in the police station. The photograph he took of the young woman wearing the necklace is on a board for missing people. The young man touches the photograph as he leaves the police station. The young man climbs to the brow of a hill side foot path, overlooking a derelict stone building, a handful of Irises are visible in the landscape. Now middle aged, he sits in his armchair at home (arm rests worn) his unopened travel bag on the ground before him. On the wall to his left, are lots of photographs pinned to the wall. The Irises in the vase are now dead. The middle aged man locks his front door, travel bag in hand. The middle aged man has his passport stamped again. The open passport shows 14 more of the same stamp, one for every year he has returned. The middle aged man climbs to the brow of the hill side foot path, overlooking the derelict stone building and now more Irises are visible in the landscape. The middle aged man sits in the derelict building, travel bag by his side, as night closes in. The middle aged man is in the police station, the police chief is now older and the photograph of the young woman is foxed and faded. The middle aged man touches the photograph as he leaves the police station . The middle aged man sits in his arm chair; the Irises in the glass vase now lay crumpled around the base of the vase. The middle aged man is at the kitchen sink, a half drunk glass of water in his hands. His reflection in the kitchen window stares back at him, but this is now the face of an old man. He looks through the reflection of his own eyes and into a neglected garden. An abundance of Irises come into view. The half-drunk glass of water falls from the old man’s hand. The old man stands in front of a wall full of photographs, letters, and police documents. (His own investigation) The old man takes down photographs off the wall, one from each year. They are all of the derelict stone building with its surrounding vista. The old man lays out 35 photographs, each showing more and more Irises. The old man locks his front door, travel bag in hand. The old mans passport is stamped for the last time. The old man climbs to the brow of the hillside foot path. The old man is looking out over the derelict building, and now, the many Irises that surround it. The figure of an old woman is bent over and tending to the flowers. The old mans eyes cant focus; he lifts his camera to his face. The camera zooms in and starts to focus. The old woman is wearing the necklace; she smiles lovingly at the old man. The old man smiles back... The end
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 13:37:31 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015