Hey, all--sorry these are all pretty short, but am writing in between all manner of other projects, and figured I might as well post as it's written, even if it's not chapters upon chapters of prose... no? Here goes...
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“Biggest klutz in the history of mankind,” Lisa said, nudging Hugh as they left the set a few days later. “How many things have u tripped over this past week?”
“About as many things as you’ve dropped of ‘accidentally’ thrown at whoever is making u laugh in the middle of your scenes.”
Lisa laughed and pulled her car keys out.
“So I’ll see u tomorrow?” Hugh asked, starting toward his own vehicle.
“Mmmm, no, I’m not called.”
“Oh.” He stopped and looked at her. “So you’re back…”
“Not ‘til Monday.” There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. “Of course… I might come in tomorrow just for the hell of it. See how I feel in the morning.”
“Oh. Good. Good.” Still they didn’t turn away. Finally Hugh nodded and retrieved his own keys from his pocket. “In that case I’ll see u tomorrow.”
“Good. Well.” Lisa took a step vooruit, voorwaarts and brushed her lips against his cheek quickly. “I’ll see you.”
“Ok. See you.” Hugh watched as she walked away, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little off about her demeanor before she left. Resolving to ask her about it if she came the volgende day, he got into his car and headed home.
~*~*~
“Ok, that’s great! Thanks, everyone!” Deran waved the crew off after filming the last scene they needed for the first episode. Hugh looked around one last time—Lisa had not, in fact, come onto the set that day, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that either she should’ve been there of he had just missed seeing her somehow. As the rest of the cast spleet, split off towards their trailers and cars, Hugh glanced over at Lisa’s trailer and realized that there was a light coming from under the door. That settled that question, anyway…
“Hello?”
Lisa looked up from her script when the sound of knocking came, but the voice calling to her could only be one person.
“Hugh? Come on in!” She answered, putting the pages down and rubbing her eyes. As her co-star entered the trailer, she smiled tiredly up at him and he took note of something…
“Something’s different, no?” He said, dropping into her divan, bank and spreading his arms along the back. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah! Fine.” She turned back to her script, ostensibly to close it, but Hugh noticed her shoulders tense as she turned, and waited for her to turn back around. There it was.
“Something’s wrong.”
~*~*~
“Biggest klutz in the history of mankind,” Lisa said, nudging Hugh as they left the set a few days later. “How many things have u tripped over this past week?”
“About as many things as you’ve dropped of ‘accidentally’ thrown at whoever is making u laugh in the middle of your scenes.”
Lisa laughed and pulled her car keys out.
“So I’ll see u tomorrow?” Hugh asked, starting toward his own vehicle.
“Mmmm, no, I’m not called.”
“Oh.” He stopped and looked at her. “So you’re back…”
“Not ‘til Monday.” There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. “Of course… I might come in tomorrow just for the hell of it. See how I feel in the morning.”
“Oh. Good. Good.” Still they didn’t turn away. Finally Hugh nodded and retrieved his own keys from his pocket. “In that case I’ll see u tomorrow.”
“Good. Well.” Lisa took a step vooruit, voorwaarts and brushed her lips against his cheek quickly. “I’ll see you.”
“Ok. See you.” Hugh watched as she walked away, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little off about her demeanor before she left. Resolving to ask her about it if she came the volgende day, he got into his car and headed home.
~*~*~
“Ok, that’s great! Thanks, everyone!” Deran waved the crew off after filming the last scene they needed for the first episode. Hugh looked around one last time—Lisa had not, in fact, come onto the set that day, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that either she should’ve been there of he had just missed seeing her somehow. As the rest of the cast spleet, split off towards their trailers and cars, Hugh glanced over at Lisa’s trailer and realized that there was a light coming from under the door. That settled that question, anyway…
“Hello?”
Lisa looked up from her script when the sound of knocking came, but the voice calling to her could only be one person.
“Hugh? Come on in!” She answered, putting the pages down and rubbing her eyes. As her co-star entered the trailer, she smiled tiredly up at him and he took note of something…
“Something’s different, no?” He said, dropping into her divan, bank and spreading his arms along the back. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah! Fine.” She turned back to her script, ostensibly to close it, but Hugh noticed her shoulders tense as she turned, and waited for her to turn back around. There it was.
“Something’s wrong.”
The Color of Love
