The faded conveyor belt slowly chugged along as the employee behind the register rang up items in the local mom n’ pop shop. Alice was fascinated by his monotone voice and pock marked skin. A stoner? She wondered what he ate when he got the munchies from the devil’s lettuce. She would’ve made homemade sweet potato gnocchi. Or perhaps fresh mushroom risotto with plenty of herbs and garlic and parmigiano straight from the cow. She salivated at the thought but also felt the telltale pit in her stomach that had been plaguing her for months now.
comedy
Familiar Stranger
I locked eyes with a ravishing stranger.
Something in those eyes held me captive,
They seemed familiar – I felt no danger.
I was entranced, for they were so attractive.
Sleepover
This is a comedy I filmed for a film festival at my school. It made it into the top 30.
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