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Blackthorne
Cinemagenic 151
Embraces
“The grave is a fine and private place, but not one I
seek to embrace.”--Andrew Marvell .
1(two-shot) Buck opens his eyes, blinks, groans
and tries to sit up.
Salina: Take it easy, big guy.
2(sound cue) piano and violins.
Buck, in a hoarse voice: Where am I?
Henry Wallace, leaning into the frame: You’re at my
fishing cabin along the Red River.
Buck: Am I dreaming?
Salina bent over and kissed him gently.
Buck: Yup, I’m dreaming.
The three of them laughed nervously, with Buck
coughing at the end.
Buck: If you are going to kiss things to make them
better, pucker up--we’re going to be here all day.
Salina: Now behave.
3(sound cue) awkward silence, then cellos.
4(close-up) Buck: I didn’t think I’d make it.
5(three-shot) Wallace: You damn near didn’t.
Salina: No one bothered to tell the Devil that you
were dancing on the edge.
Buck smiled.
Salina: You’ve been in a coma for five days.
Buck: Really? Then why don’t I feel more rested?
Again, the nervous laughter.
Buck: Christ, I feel like I was run over by a stage
coach, and stomped by the whole team.
Salina: I won’t tell you what you look like.
Buck: Like death warmed over?
Salina: Worse.
Buck: Well, come on, somebody comb my hair.
Salina snorted.
Wallace: You are alive, thanks Jesus.
Buck: I’ll be sure to do that when I get a moment.
I guess I about wore out those angels on my shoulder.
Salina: Let’s say you definitely put a cramp in their
wings, for sure.
Buck: Why am I not arrested?
Salina: That’s a long tale for another time, a work
in progress. Just know, as far as we can tell, no
one is after you at the moment.
Buck: How can that be?
Salina: chuckling,”Honey, you blew the lid off the
whole damn town.
Buck: And that’s a good thing?
Wallace: Looks like it might work out that way. It’s
the strangest situation I’ve ever seen.
Buck: I’m all ears.
Salina: Later, sweetheart. In the meantime, you
leave all the worrying to me.
Buck: sighing, I can do that.
He closed his eyes and was immediately asleep.
Salina and her father exchanged small smiles.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub OLN
5 comments:
I am great, great fan if dialogue moving tale, verse, story, poetry forward...the speech here flows naturally, with wise quips and consoled souls ...really does work for that...
Nice to know he pulled through...now I'm wondering, whatever next?
I think I may have missed a few installments...but I'm SOOO glad Salina is back on the scene. I'm always rooting for her and Buck to hitch up (pun intended). Love this line most especially:
"Salina: No one bothered to tell the Devil that you were dancing on the edge. "
You have a real talent for this, Glenn.
And I'm so sorry OLN got screwed up tonight. Would have been fun to hear your read this...somehow your voice is just perfect for presenting this tale.
This six-shooter symphony has how many movements? Loved the Marvell epigraph, it hangs a Renaissance star over this Western sky.
This is absolutely fabulous! I am so relieved that Buck made it out alive, and am interested in knowing what Salina isn't telling him at the moment 💝💝
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