Ronan P. Betzler
Delay - The Clock
Elliot - 15
Quentin - 17
Ext. Woods - Afternoon
The air was light, almost shimmering. ELLIOT, 15, a young man in a crown stepped out from behind a tree, he paces forward.
The crown slides down his face and he quickly grabs it and places it back on his head.
I’m going to find you Q! Where did you run off to?
Elliot walks around, looking down, looking up, he begins walking backwards. One step at a time.
He bumps into something and whips around. An old grandfather clock towers over him. There’s a note carved into the clock, it reads: ‘Elliot, gone exploring. I’ll be back before tonight’s Feast of Starlight. If I’m late, save me a piece of the pie.’
Ext. Woods - Night
Elliot, 28, sits in a chair in front of the grandfather clock. A piece of pie in his lap and a crown on his head, he tosses stones into the air and they float. He flicks his wrist and they hit the old clock.