 INT. SERGEANT’S QUARTERS NEXT TO BOY’S DORM Middle of the night CAMERA pans across the room walls, war mementos including pictures and medals crudely hung. As CAMERA pans down it closes in on dirty dishes piled in the sink. Unmade single bed with old sheets and a crumpled pillow as if it has never been tidied, with drools of spit everywhere. The only section which has been carefully kept in proper order and cleanliness, are two photos, one of a girl from the waist up, smiling and throwing her head back with long black hair slung about her thin erect shoulders, and the other a photo of the young sergeant with his wife smiling and sitting on a bench together by the river. The gold frame of the picture shiny and devoid of any marks. CAMERA pans to a small bathroom where the faucet is running in the unwashed sink. SERGEANT The sergeant washes his face with his lone hand with repeated splashes. He then dries his face and goes to the cupboard and takes out an empty bottle, then wraps it in a brown bag, which he retrieves from the kitchen drawer, utilizing his one hand and his mouth. He stares briefly at the two pictures on the wall then carefully pulls the door to his room shut behind him. Quietly he heads down the wooden stairs in his old and tattered light brown overcoat. Back to Empty Bottles main page |
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