Darryl’s apartment is full of stuff: books, statues, globes, toys, gears, tools, clocks.  Brian looks at the newspaper clippings on the walls, but can’t discern a theme or pattern.  Some of them are hung upside down.

“It’s like that shed in A Beautiful Mind,” says Kasia, sitting on a stack of magazines.

“I hate that fucking movie.”

“Yeah.  Still.”

Through the door, there’s the wordless back and forth murmur of Darryl and Sean.

Kasia gnaws on her hair.  “When are they gonna be -”

“Three seconds.”

The door opens.  Darryl steps out, cleans his glasses, meets their eyes.

“Let’s do this.”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: