Everyone's fears and tears
She takes in with her ears
Till the weight smothers her pain
And thoughts of ranting tires her brain
But wait! A friend says, "Thank you!"
Before the cycle of listening begins anew
Surely...such gratitude will do?
EXT. ON A SAND DUNE ON THE BEACH - AFTERNOON
NEJI [early 30s, brown hair] stands on a sand dune on a cloudy afternoon. Next to him, a metal detector leans half-sunken in the sand. It is slightly tilted, and the head of a pig crafted in solid stainless steel is firmly stuck to it. He kicks some sand.
NEJI
“Let’s bet on this,” they said.
“It’ll be fun,” they said.
(Kicks sand, shouts)
I’m not feeling the fun here!
He takes a deep breath before turning to the metal detector.
NEJI (CONT’D)
I’m not sure if this going to be a story for the ages - Hey kiddies, sit down, grandpa’s got a
You press down on the lever, straining for the sound you adore.
Clip, clip.
Sharp metal blades clamp down, and a strip of white breaks free. One more snip to go, you've been waiting for this. You slide the clipper a touch right; you squint as you adjust the blade's position; too far and you unearth new fleshy depths, too near and you’ll waste a snip. You take a deep breath and tuck your elbows closer to your ribs. Pull your head lower, closer. Your chest stops rising, the soft whooshing of air from your nostrils stop. Control is vital!
You press.
Clip.
A little white sliver does a dainty somersault flip before falling into darkness