Inside Out

You were always on the outside looking in
Until you turned around
And fell into the wild

Those inside heard tales of your adventure
And wished they could escape
Their glass cages

In Response

As you can see, I haven't written much in the way of short fiction recently. I've been very focused on my screenplay, editing it, re-writing it and even letting people read it (gulp). I'm actually really happy with where it is right now and with the amount of work I've managed to put into it, even when it started to feel less like play and more like work. In the process though I may have forgotten how much I like to create something more digestible (length-wise) and descriptive. A recently found friend encouraged me to dig out some of my old writing and in the process re-inspired me. Thanks Bluebird, or should I say Sid Heart. Anyway, the following vignette is the result.

Two Women Talking

It was hot and smelled of summer. Warm water on hot cement and chlorine. Zoe’s short hair was plastered to her head, tendrils dipped in sweat. She gesticulated wildly her muscles flexing beneath colourful tattoos.
“So basically” she was saying “the Bechdel test looks at female presence in movies. It asks you to think of a movie and see if it has more than two female characters who have names, if yes, do they talk to each other and finally, do they talk to each other about something other than men? It’s sad how many movies fail the test. Something is clearly wrong with the movie industry and with North American movie-goers too if we continue to be silent about the lack of female representation.”
I heard her. I knew she was right. But her words melted in the heat as my attention shifted to the hot shirtless guy locking up his bike.