Fly
is asleep in the passenger seat of Gmech's car, her mouth
is open and her head rolled back against the window. She is
snoring loudly and ungracefully.
It's
dark, Gmech is driving. They're in the country. Her eyes are
fixed on the road. White lines dash toward her repetitively.
She
passes a sign that says "Distance to destination - bloody
forever". She sighs, yawns.
In
the rear view mirror she can see Bruce in the backseat, staring
aimlessly out the side window. He's reading the signs as they
pass too.
Fly
lets off a small fart.
BRUCE:
Was that you Gmech?
GMECH:
No it was Fly.
BRUCE:
Ew gross.
Fly
shuffles in her seat, unaware. Dribbling. Her snoring resumes
as she settles into a new comfy position.
GMECH:
Mmm.
Gmech's
eyelids are growing droopy.
A
car approaches them from the other direction, headlights bright.
They pass.
Gmech
winds the window down for some air. She licks her finger and
runs it along her brow to try and make her eyes feel more
alert.
But....
Her
eyes grow droopy again. She's struggling.
Bruce
reads out loud an approaching sign.
BRUCE:
"Drowsy Drivers Die".
Beat.
He has a good old think about this and declares, in his voice-breaking
conclusion.
BRUCE:
Actually I don't think that's strictly true.... passengers
can die t.....
But
before he can finish his sentence - loud warning sounds from
another car suddenly blare madly at them. Blinding light floods
Bruce's face for an instant. Then...
Cut
to black with the sound of an almighty crash. The sound of
metal bouncing across the bitumen.
Super
over black: OR....
The
scene resumes from the fart.
BRUCE:
Was that you Gmech?
GMECH:
No it was Fly.
BRUCE:
Ew gross.
Fly
shuffles in her seat, unaware. Dribbling. Her snoring resumes
as she settles into a new comfy position.
GMECH:
Mmm.
Gmech's
eyelids are growing droopy. She realises and decides to check
if it's safe to pull over the side of the road.
GMECH:
Just gonna pull over for a power nap.
She
indicates, slows down and pulls over. Bruce sighs.
Gmech
sets her watch for a ten minute alarm to go off. She nestles
into her seat, and closes her eyes.
BRUCE:
(to himself) Wish I could drive!
Fly
lets out another fart.
Gmech
winds her window down without opening her eyes.
Bruce
growls. Shaking his head and frowning.
He
waits. But then cops a whiff of the smell.
BRUCE:
Ewwwwww.
End.
