THE SCREENWRITER'S GARDEN

Grid of gardens
From far above
Fade to close-up
Hint of a movement
Sweating man
Fear, Panic, Frozen
Behind a hedge.

'They' are closing in
No way out
Birds sing
Water trickles
Wind rustles leaves
Distant laughter of children

A shot
A slump
A body has fallen
Staring eyes
All fear gone
Just blood
Seeping into the lawn.