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Picture This

A black and white film

About an old man and his dog.

There is no dialogue.

Just ambient sounds -

 

First, of the alarm clock’s

monotonous song.

Followed by an abrupt

cutting silence as his hand slams

down on the snooze button

 

Then, the sound of a coffeemaker

spitting and burbling.

The coffee, pouring into a chipped mug.

Sugar, then milk,

the clink of the spoon against the ceramic

as he stirs

the long first sip

 

As the man looks curiously

at something on the fridge,

just out of frame.

A bag of dogfood opening.

 

hard kibble ringing against the metal dish.

The dog grumbling - impatiently waiting.

Tupperware  opening

The hum of a microwave, and the beep.

Last night’s stew poured into a bowl

the rest, over the kibble.

 

The closed caption reads:

[Enthusiastic, sloppy eating noises]

 

The sound of water running

as the bowls are scrubbed clean.

 

The door closing as the two leave

for their morning walk.

The old man and the dog

are now sitting on a park bench.

 

The grass, still wet from the morning dew.

There is a beautiful sunrise

over the nearby lake.

 

The camera pulls away,

as music overtakes the diegetic sounds

of nearby parkgoers, birds and runners,

and teens playing hooky.

 

The camera cuts back to for a beat

to the kitchen

in the empty house.

 

The camera zooms in on a weathered

and well loved piece of paper

held up by a rainbow magnet

on the refrigerator door.

 

Fade to a black screen,

with white letters:

Fin.

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Written by
jm-romig-1
34 / M / American
Published
Sep 12, 2022
Lines·Words
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Notes

What was on the paper?

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