Richard Froude

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Scene Seven
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The cocoon splits. Butterfly clicks.
Zoom to abandoned shell, backdrop of perfect dock leaf.
Closer still, we can see the veins.
The Weather's on all three channels.
Music box reprise.
Carriages detach from the diesel engine.
The seismograph pulses in uniform rhythm.
Glass case now empty of man and child. The leather seat remains.
Flash to the cafe, repetition of girl looking up.
Her eyes are now closed.
The invigilator checks his watch.
No more parachutes.
The invigilator checks his watch.
Would you stop writing please.
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