Things I Said Once

Action Movie

February 1st, 2009 at 10:22 pm (Fiction)

“Solomon, good, right on time,” smiling broadly, Buck waved sausage-thick fingers as his director entered the small room, indicating the office’s only other chair, “tell me about Charlie, tell me about my beautiful day.”

He smiled cheese-yellow, an infections grin from behind a fold-up desk littered with calendar pages, high-gloss photographs and a battered telephone. A smaller man took quick steps across the office, his entire manner brisk.

“About that,” Sol spoke, “the day was something of a disappointment, Buck. I’d say we got maybe half of what we needed.”

Of the pair, Sol looked most familiar with soap. A third the man of his employer, the director slid quietly into his seat, produced a small notebook and began ticking off scenes. He spoke quickly, largely ignoring Buck’s chin-shaking tendency to curse. He clipped the morning into two and three word phrases; they’d filmed a sunrise, Steve lounging on this, that, Hest bent and staring powerfully into the lens and forty minutes of Diane’s panties. Just before lunch, an extra had caught fire.