for the Ragtag Daily Prompt where Christine has given us the word Overcome to play with!
A brilliant movie, the posters said. Five stars said the critics. Then it must be good said I.
Once it got going, and it took a while, it was okay.
A sinister-looking chap enters left carrying a gun. A terrified girl turns to face him. He aims his weapon.
Everyone was gripped. I was gripped. Unfortunately, I gripped my unopened bag of M&M’s too hard and it burst with a loud pop! You should have seen the audience jump! I got some awful looks.
I was still awake half an hour later which is unusual.
She lays bleeding on the bedroom floor. She whimpers into her phone. ‘Help me, help me, please…’
The audience was overcome with emotion. The cinema was in imminent danger of becoming flooded with tears. She can’t die, surely not! To be honest I was undercome.
Her head falls to one side.
The doorknob turns.
Sharp intakes of breath…!
The door creaks.
I inadvertantly fart. It was like the creaking door echoed! Heads spun in my direction, only to spin again thirty seconds later with pinched noses.
An hour passed.
In the back seat of a car, our heroin is attempting very noisily to give birth. It’s touch and go. Will the babe survive? Then out it springs and screeches!
Yipee! We are all so relieved! Some of us smile, some shed tears of joy. A girl behind me starts sobbing, which somehow amused me.
‘Boohoo’ she went.
‘Haha’ went I.
I was suddenly aware of a flickering torch. I glanced left to see a cinematically uniformed person beckoning me. I was being evicted. I stood and stumbled along the row, treading on toes as I went. ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry…’
I’m going to the opera next week.