Original script for a (mostly true) story I MAY be doing for the CCN’s Show & Tell III anthology. I’m tweaking it a bit, fleshing it out.
The entire page is solid black.
CAPTION- A friend of mine died a few days ago.
Tall, narrow panel
A young man, our NARRATOR, is standing outside.
NARRATOR- Okay, that’s not totally true. I mean, Ken did die. Drug overdose, actually. But we hadn’t talked in years.
Three panels fill up the rest of the page. Two six-year-old boys doing kid stuff.
CAPTION- God. How long had it been? Since I moved away. We did little kid stuff. Eighties kid stuff to be honest. Our days were filled with Transformers, He-Man, G.I. Joe, comics, action figures. We used to dress up, pretend we were Ghostbusters. Oh man. That was a long time ago. Still… it hit me pretty hard.
Several panels of varying sizes. Our narrator flipping through a book or magazine.
NARRATOR- I’m seventeen. People my age aren’t supposed to die. Sigh… I felt so guilty when I heard about it.
Next panel shows and airplane in flight. The next, a slightly younger NARRATOR is getting dressed for prom. The rest show various dance shots.
CAPTION- I went back last year. Went to prom with a friend I’d kept in touch with. It was fun. Saw some people I hadn’t seen in years. I talked to Ken for a few minutes. Exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses and all that fun stuff. Didn’t really keep in touch.
NARRATOR walking around his room.
CAPTION-And now I don’t have the chance to talk to him. I know, that sounds cheesy. I don’t even know why I’m talking about it. I mean, what am I expecting? Some huge spiritual revelation? Who knows? Maybe I just need to think about it some more. Maybe I shouldn’t think about it.