Horse Chatter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl makes an unusual friend.

Submitted: January 29, 2012

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Submitted: January 29, 2012

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INT.  GREEN FAMILY’S HOME  - -  MORNING

 

ROGER GREEN, FATHER, and JOANNA GREEN, MOTHER, sit around the kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.  Ash is littered about the floor, dishes are heaped into the sink, and the rest of the house looks as though a mini-tornado unleashed its fury throughout the HOME.  LUCY, their fifteen year-old DAUGHTER, has yet to be seen.

 

ROGER

Where the hell is that girl? 

It’s 8:00 and she has yet to do the dishes

 before school.  If she’s still sleeping I’m going

 to slap her right in the face.

 

The CAMERA focuses on JOANNA, her eyes are bright red and she is noticeably jittery.

 

JOANNA (whispering to herself)

God I need some crack.

 

ROGER

What did you say?

 

JOANNA

I said I need a new dish-rack. 

 

ROGER

You just wanna spend my money

you dumb bitch.  I’m going to work.

 

ROGER leaves the room, and walks out of the HOUSE.  LUCY, who has been watching this from her room, quickly leaves her room so her MOTHER does not notice her.  Her destination is the front door.  The CAMERA follows her from the viewpoint of JOANNA.

 

JOANNA

Excuse me miss.  Before you leave I

recommend you do the dishes unless you

want your father to get angry.

 

The CAMERA shows both LUCY and JOANNA staring intently on each other.

 

LUCY

Please mom, I’m late for school. 

If you do the dishes this one time,

I’ll stay in my room for the rest of

the day when I get home.

 

JOANNA

Fine, get out.

 

EXT. SCHOOL  - -  AFTERNOON

 

SCHOOL is letting out for the day.  The CAMERA shows a LANDSCAPE shot of the SCHOOL, with kids pouring out of the doors.  Eventually the flow trickles down, and the CAMERA focuses on LUCY, who is sulking out of the doors.  LUCY is alone, and obviously has no friends.  Groups of friends are seen talking, but LUCY walks past them heading HOME.  The CAMERA shows CLOSE-UP of her face.

 

LUCY (to herself)

I’m a loser.  If I only had some friends.

 

INT. ALLEY  - -  AFTERNOON

 

LUCY is on her way home, when she decides to take a shortcut through an ALLEY.  The CAMERA follows her through the ALLEY when she spots a STUFFED HORSE in a dumpster.  LUCY stares at it, and then decides to pick it up.

 

LUCY

Do you want to be my friend Mr. Horse?

 

The CAMERA focuses on the HORSE’S FACE.  An uneasy feeling crosses LUCY’S mind, but she ignores it.  LUCY notices a note on the reins, so she takes it and reads it.

 

LUCY (reading note)

I would like to be your friend.

Please take me home.

 

Again LUCY becomes uneasy as she lets the note drop from her hands.  The CAMERA follows the note as it lands on the grimy gravel.  After, the CAMERA shows LUCY shrugging, dismissing the note and its contents as a coincidence.

 

INT. LUCY’S ROOM  - -  NIGHT

 

LUCY is reading a book on her tiny bed.  The book is battered, bruised, and the title unreadable.  The CAMERA pans across her room, showing the HORSE at the foot of her bed, as well as her ROOM.  Her room is half clean, and half messy compared to the full out chaos of the rest of the house.  LUCY puts down her book, and looks at the HORSE.

 

LUCY

Time for bed Mr. Horse. 

(pause)

You know what, you need a name. 

I’m gonna sleep on it, then

tell you in the morning.  Goodnight Mr. Horse.

(LUCY hesitates)

I love you.

 

INT. LUCY’S ROOM  - -  3:00 IN THE MORNING

 

The CAMERA shows the time of 3:00 in the morning.  LUCY is thrashing about in her sleep, obviously having a nightmare.  She wakes up covered in sweat, and notices the HORSE looking at her.  It looks mischievous. 

LUCY (a little out of breath and embarrassed)

Sorry Mr. Horse I was having a

nightmare.  It felt like my mind was

being ripped in half.

 

The HORSE just sits there staring at LUCY.  Suspense fills the air, as the silence stretches out.  Snoring can be heard outside the ROOM.  The CAMERA centers on LUCY with a MEDIUM CLOSE-UP as she starts to close her eyes.  Just as she starts to drift off a VOICE is heard.

 

VOICE

Charlie.

 

LUCY suddenly sits up straight, gasping and fearful of the disembodied VOICE.  The CAMERA shows a shot of LUCY looking around.  Her eyes finally settle upon the HORSE.

 

LUCY

Was that you, Mr. Horse?

 

Silence follows her question.  LUCY is about to ask it again when the HORSE speaks.

 

CHARLIE

Why yes it was I, and the names

Charlie.  I am sorry if I frightened

you before.

 

LUCY

It’s not everyday a stuffed horse

talks Charlie.  I guess I’m just a

little nervous is all.

 

CHARLIE

Why don’t you get one of you

parents’ cigarettes?  It will calm

you down.

 

LUCY

Well, I don’t know…

 

CHARLIE

Come on.  I’m your friend so you can

trust me.  Besides there are a million

different ways to die in this world,

 and lung cancer is just one of them.

 You could die in five minutes, tomorrow,

 or in eighty years.  Why not enjoy it now

and worry about it later… if there is a later.

 

LUCY leaves the room.  The CAMERA centers on CHARLIE, showing that it looks and acts like a stuffed horse should.  LUCY enters the room, and lights the cigarette.

 

CHARLIE

Good girl.  Now we can talk.

 

LUCY (coughing)

What are we gonna talk about Charlie?

 

 

 

CHARLIE

We’re gonna talk about important friend

stuff.  To start off, I want you to pack

 up all your most important things

because we’re going on a little trip tomorrow.

 

LUCY

OK Charlie, but where are we going?

 

CHARLIE

Where we’re going is a surprise.

 Besides, don’t you want to be away from your parents?

 

LUCY

I guess so. 

 

CHARLIE

Good because your parents are

deadbeat shit-heads.  They are part of the

lowest drudges of humanity, and

should be forced onto an island to fight

for survival.  Lucy, you were born

 into a family that has no love for

 you.  Better yet, they should be burned.

 

LUCY

OK Charlie.

 

The CAMERA shows LUCY walking away from her home with CHARLIE and a suitcase.  The HOUSE is burning to the ground, and sirens can be heard in the distance.

 

EXT. BUST STOP BENCH  - -  AFTERNOON

 

LUCY is sitting on a bench with CHARLIE on her lap.

 

CHARLIE

You look nervous. 

Why don’t you have another cigarette?

 

LUCY

If you say so Charlie.

 

The BUS pulls to a stop in front of LUCY.  She is still smoking a cigarette.  The BUSDRIVER opens the doors, and notices her talking and responding to questions.

 

BUSDRIVER

Who you talkin’ to sweetie?

 

LUCY

I’m talking to my friend, Charlie.

 

BUSDRIVER (perplexed)

OK, well, time to get on the bus darlin’.

 

LUCY gets on the bus, pays the driver, and sits in the back.  The CAMERA focuses on them sitting in the back; showing that LUCY is alone again, but in a different way.

 

LUCY

You never told me where we’re going Charlie.

 

CHARLIE

It’s a surprise.


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