Title.

Blue

By

Natalya Waye 


EXT. OPEN FIELD

SUNRISE

Car pulls into a deserted field. There is one tree in the
middle of it. Sun starts to make the landscape appear
orange. The car stops a distance away from the tree. The car
is a baby blue old Volkswagen. There is no sound except a
distant bird and the sweep of the low wind. The engine of
the car whirring comes to a stop. The door of the car opens
with a black heeled boot revealing itself. INA, woman, mid
30s, raven black hair, silver eyes, wearing a simple black
dress and a black wide brimmed hat, carrying a bag, steps
out of the car. The bag is orange like the current sunrise.
She slowly closes the car door and tries not to slam it, yet
as she shuts it, there is a soft pounding noise. The noise
echoes like a clap of thunder and then what seems like 1,000
birds pour out of the tree. She takes a moment to pat down
her dress and rearrange her hat. Now that she is out of the
car the hat looks too big to fit in such a small place. She
picks up the bag that she put down and starts walking. Her
walk is at a slow pace and there is small movement in her
walking. She is very statuesque but not arrogant. She is
trying not to move very much at all. With every step she
takes, the field separates from her. She steps, but not with
great force through the brush. Her breath is slightly
visible with the cool of the morning air. The sun is
starting to rise more, making everything covered with a tint
of red and orange. The only two things that are unchanged by
this is Ina and the blue car. Ina continues walking forward
towards the tree. As she walks and gets closer to it, it
seems as if the tree is getting larger. Ina nearly steps in
a hole, but steps over it. She looks down to see the face of
a baby bunny looking back up at her. She glances down and
smiles. She rolls her eyes and takes a little sigh. Ina
regains her smile with a little shrug. She reaches into her
bag and grabs a carrot from within it and places it down
near the edge of the rabbit hole. The furry creatures
approaches it, and pulls the carrot back into the bunny
hole. Ina stands up, brushing away the dirt on her dress.
Now half a distance away from the tree, her face now has a
tint of sadness in it. The corners of her smile begin to
fall. Her steps are slowing and her posture is more arched.
Ina grabs the bag with both of her hands. She approaches the
base of the tree. The tree feels like a skyscraper hovering
over her. At the base of the tree is the tiniest rose bush
with one red rose that has bloomed. Ina kneels before the
rose bush and smells the aromatic flower. As she holds the
flower to her face, she cries one single tear. The tear hits
the rose and the spot on it changes to the color of baby
blue. She places the rose back down. Ina reaches into her
bag and grabs a tiny pair of shears. She then reaches to the
trunk of the large tree and sees the name George. Taking the
fine point of the shears, she carves Ina just below it. She
rests her hand on the tree trunk for a moment. She takes the
shears and reaches down to cut the little rose off of the
bush. She places the shears back into the bag and hides the
bag behind the tree. She places the over sized black rimmed
hat over the bag and her raven black hair pours out of it.
She moves to the other side of the tree and sits right below
the part of the tree with the two names in it. She takes the
rose and starts to lay down. She starts to straighten
herself out adjusting the edge of her dress to be even and
has her hair over her shoulders just enough. She has her
hands crossed over her chest with the red rose webbed
between her fingers. She lets out a little breath.

                     INA
              I will see you soon.

The sun has completely risen and it begins to rain.