Fugue #131

Emily waits.

Ana waits.

Emily could wait forever.

Ana won’t.

We see them, in split-screen.

Here’s Ana:
Impatient, and sighing like it. Sitting in a coffee shop. Tapping her nails on her book, trying to read it, putting it down. Looking out the window fake-absently, like she’s not really waiting for and annoyed with Paul. Trying to read her book again, putting it down again. Where is he?

Here’s Emily:
Patient, and sighing like it. Sitting on the front steps of her parents’ house. Picking at her nails, tapping her toes. Looking at the trees, like she’s content and not really distracted. Knowing it won’t be long, Gene will be here soon. Where is he?

They look at their watches, together. One frowns, one leaves. It’s Emily: something is wrong, and she knows it.