Gah. I.N.J. Culbard's 027 is too striking. That flood of red spilling out of the body already hits hard, but to couple it with this idea that someone has murdered a giant gets my synapses firing all over the place. I mean, that's obviously the norm when going through Think of a City entries, but I'll never get tired of how they all inspire in different ways. Gorgeous stuff.
(As an aside, I'm also fascinated to see the red flip back down to the bottom of the page. Really interesting to try to track echoes from earlier works.)
1 - Close on a woman's mouth. You can also see the phone she's talking into, but there isn't much more to take in.
WOMAN (1): Sorry, Liz. We can't make it tonight.
WOMAN (2): Stu's not feeling too great...
2 - On the woman on her hands and knees on a hardwood floor, scrubbing at a sizeable pool of blood. She's just starting, mostly spreading the blood about with her sponge. The pool leads back to the prone body of a man, who appears to be bleeding (or have been bleeding) from his head. There could possibly be a bucket near the woman, maybe her cellphone, and possibly a couch, but I'm imaging the image and room as quite spartan. The focus is really on the woman and the mess she's cleaning up.
CAPTION (WOMAN): ...And someone needs to take care of him.