Saturday, November 2, 2019

Noirvember - Up the Creek

1 - Duncan, a man in his mid-forties, paddles a canoe down a river in the late summer. He looks grim and unhappy as he paddles along, the sun high overhead. The front part of his canoe is covered in a tarp, with another paddle on top.

NO COPY

2 - Later in the day. The sun is starting to go down and shadows are getting long. Duncan's river is letting out into a lake and Duncan is tired from the day of paddling alone. He's removed his hat, his shirt is covered in sweat, and he looks worn. He's taken his paddle out of the water and has it accross the boat as he rests for a moment.

NO COPY

3 - Later still. The sun is all the way down (or nearly so). It's dark, but Duncan is paddling with renewed energy as a small island looms in the distance.

DUNCAN: Thank god.

4 - Duncan sits / lies on the island's beach, exhausted from the day's work / dragging the boat up and out of the water. His eyes are closed and his arms spread to either side as he tries to regain his energy.

DUNCAN: I thought I'd never make it alone.

5 - In the background, Duncan walks deeper into the island, carrying a shovel. In the foreground, the canoe's tarp has been moved to the side (to retrieve said shovel) and a recently dead body is visible.

DUNCAN: Why couldn't you have figured things out a little closer to our destination?

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