|(January 26, 1925 – September 26, 2008)|
EXT. CLOUD. HEAVEN - DAY
GOD and a male ANGEL are relaxing and sharing a bowl of popcorn; enjoying film images on a row of small clouds before them.
This is my favorite part.
INSERT IMAGE: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are on their horses jumping off the cliff into a river.
My favorite too.
(reads the cloud guide)
Looks like there's a marathon today.
Engrossed, CRUNCHING popcorn and gun SHOTS break the silence.
They had a full-proof code which helped them get away with the heist.
A sublime sunset engulfs them; they, too absorbed to notice it and the time.
You've seen it all, haven't you?
The Angel smiles.
The hypocricies and prejudices!
A fair protrait.
As they begin to reveal themselves, the Angel savors the stars' brilliance, then returns to the guide.
There's a few more in the marathon?
Do you have the time?
I sure could use the day off.
A Cat on the Hot Tin Roof.
(turns to God)
Are you sure you should be watching these?
Are you suggesting I watch PG-13?
No, of course not.
(returns to images)
I haven't seen it.
It's about a heavy drinking, down-on-his luck lawyer who makes a come back.
Good for him.
(glancing at the next cloud)
The man with the barbed wire soul.
I see we're out of popcorn. I'll make dinner.
The Angel watches the serene figure admiringly as He carefully prepares their meal. Upon His return,
God, thanks for having given me a such a blessed life.
I'd say it was the other way around, Paul.
Absence of Malice.
FADE TO BLACK
Originally published 10/03/08
**written by petra michelle**