One Apple A Day #42
Let’s play with story planning.
Plot: a character has lost something important.
Phase #01; scenes
Mike wake up in his bedroom with a bad hangover. He doesn’t remember what happened the night before.
Mike receives a text message from YKW reminding him the appointment for the delivery of the package. Mike can’t find the package and he has only 60 minutes.
Time is ticking. Mike call his friend Joe to understand what happened the night before. The package is lost.
Mike runs to the meeting point and meets YKW even if he doesn’t have the package. YKW already knows. There was no package.
Phase #02; the story
The buzz is like a nail digging in his brain. Mike extends is hand in the dark looking for a way to stop the pain. Who gave him this stupid idea to keep the alarm clock far from the bed? He tries to lift himself out of the bed, his head spinning. He stumbles across the room to reach the clock and stop that annoying buzzing.
He realises that he’s still wearing his shoes from the day before. He doesn’t remember anything but the night before must have been a very good one judging from the headache and the taste in his mouth. He was with Joe. Where did they go? He can remember only some vivid fragments. The girl with the purple hair. The big guy with the leather jacket. Joe puking on the expensive car. How did he manage to come home, in his bed?
He was trying to grasp some memories when his phone buzzed. He slept with the phone in his pocket.
“See you outside the garage in one hour as agreed. Don’t be late and don’t forget my packet. YKW”
It was like if someone threw a bucket of iced water straight to his face. Mike wakes up, suddenly memories come back.
“The packet, the appointment. The packet. Where is the packet? In my backpack. Where’s my backpack?”
Mike fumbles on his bed until he finds the battered backpack he’s been using since college. Empty. Only the usual stuff. No packet.
Something is wrong. The fumes of the hangover almost gone replaced by fear. He lost it. No, it’s impossible. It has to be somewhere. He never ever leaves his backpack.
45 minutes. Joe.!
Mike calls Joe on his mobile phone. After what looked like an infinity he replied. Or at least he tries. Joe babbles something at the phone. Mike isn’t sure if it’s a greeting or an insult. He decides that’s not so important right now.
“Joe, what happened last night?”
“What? We had a lot of fun, bro! You went totally crazy!”
“Yeah, my head is still hurting. Where did we go? Did we meet someone? Did I give something to anyone? Did you remember if someone took by backpack?”
“Hey, hey, hey. Slow down, bro. What’s all this fuzz? I don’t even remember my name right now. What’s happening? You’re scaring me!”
“I lost it”
“What?”
“The packet. That packet. I can’t find it.”
“Shit.” the voice becoming suddenly more clear. “That packet? What time is it?”
“It’s 10:30”
“Shit. It’s in 30 minutes”
“I know. What the fuck am I doing? He’s going to kill me”
“Shit. Shit. If you don’t have it with you there’s no way we can find it in 30 minutes.”
“I know.”
“You can’t skip the appointment. He’s going to find you. There’s no way to hide from him”
“Thanks for your help!”
“Hey, I’m on your side. What I’m saying that you should go and explain”
“He’s going to kill me”
“Maybe not, you don’t have alternatives bro, I’m sorry”
To be continued …