Black Short Stories : Flamingo

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  1. Thevirginartiste

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    Hello everyone my name is Alexandria I am a 24 yr old visual artist and specifically portrait artist who happens to love writing as well. I am glad to be able to post here once again among other great story tellers after so long! I was on a hiatus from writing but I am looking to gain feed back from this short novel (written as a screenplay) I am beginning on where I plan to include my paintings as well as polaroid photography. The two main characters Lark and Bishop are inspired by me and my boyfriend who is a nyc street polaroid photographer . I hope it will be an enjoyable read as I plan to use the screen play format to help my audience picture every word visually down to music and visuals ^_^ thank you to anyone who finds the time to give critical feed back! (and also music suggestions)



    Intro- Flamingo by Duke Ellington is playing



    FADE IN: Flamingo the title in pink



    EXT: EAST HARLEM - DAY -(year is unknown)



    BISHOP is riding his bike uptown. Various scenery of East Harlem,NYC is shown in between shots. He is wearing sneakers, brown pants and a white button shirt with a radio in his breast pocket. His hat, sunglasses and polaroid land camera always accompanying him.


    Flamingo, like a flame in the sky

    Flying over the island

    To my lover nearby


    INT: (pre-war apt) LARK in her bed. Pan up from her feet to her face. She is laying in bed restlessly
    staring at the ceiling fan (ceiling fan whirling around dust)

    She sighs.



    EXT:

    Bishop still riding his bike. Stops at the corner store. Enters. Exits with a bag.


    INT:

    Bishop enters his room with his bike. He begins to take out a box. He then changes
    the film in his polaroid land camera.


    SONG FADES:


    LARK
    ( opens the window. Familiar voices of her neighbors
    acts as background noise to her boredom. She lays down.​


    BISHOP

    (Opens his window looking out and up.)


    INT.

    Lark reaches for a piece of candy from under her pillow. She stretches. opens window. looks outside. She releases her body back on to her bed.


    EXT:

    Bishop arrives at Larks window too see her laying down. Her eyes closed. He sits indian style in her window. Half in, half out, quietly without awakening her. He reaches in his breast pocket for his tape radio. Presses play. A smooth jazz song fills Larks room.


    LARK

    “Another song?”​

    (Grins.Her eyes still closed.)

    They let the melody linger.


    CUT TO-

    LARK

    “I have something for you too”​

    (Lark leaves her bed for the first time that morning. Goes to her book shelf and grabs Hamlet.)


    CUT TO-

    Bishop nods. Takes the book, putting it in his back pocket. He points to one of her unfinished paintings of a pregnant woman with question in his expression.


    CUT TO-

    LARK

    “Not sure how to finish her.”​


    Always with a pen and pad, he writes.


    BISHOP

    “It'll come”​


    CUT TO-

    Lark sits next to her piece. She leans on the corner of the canvas. He uses this opportunity to take a flick on his polaroid. Lark happens to look up at the same exact moment.


    LARK

    “You must have a million pictures of me
    by now since you got that thing!”​


    CUT TO-

    Bishop smiling. Shrugs. Pulls the photo out of the camera. Turning his eyebrows up, he shakes his head at the photo in disapproval.


    CUT TO-

    LARK

    “Why don’t you ever let me see them?…(smirks)
    You should let me get a swing at it”​


    Bishop pauses as he is thinking he pulls out his pad to write a message.


    (Lark shakes her head at him.)


    Bishop leaves the note on her desk.


    CUT TO-

    LARK

    “Im assuming thats for later”​


    Bishop nods.

    LARK

    “Alright, well lets get out of here
    I’m tired of being cooped up.”​


    Bishop gives her a look as if he doubts her request.


    CUT TO-

    LARK

    “Get your ball I wanna go play some hoops”​

    Bishop reluctant.


    LARK

    “Go ahead it’ll be fine I’m just going to get
    dressed… I’ll meet you upstairs in 15.”​


    Bishop leaves out the window hesitantly… Lark rushes to the bathroom to wash up. She gets dressed in a red tube top and black shorts with tennis shoes. She takes her braid out and brushes her hair back into a pony tail.


    CUT TO-
    Lark enters Bishops room from the window left opened for her.

    LARK
    You ready?​

    CUT TO-

    Bishop dribbles circles around Lark teasing her.


    CUT TO-
    From behind we see Lark and Bishop walk into the court.
    Bishop checks the ball. Lark shoots but misses.Bishop flashes a smile as he gets the ball. Checks it again. She gets it in. Bishop smiling with a "lucky shot" eyebrow raised . Montage of the two playing one on one (light playful Jazz)

    CUT TO-
    Bishop spinning the ball on his index finger. They are laughing as they exit the park, ball in toe. Music fades. Bishop stops to take another flick of Lark in front of an old house.


    LARK
    “Let me see!”​

    Satisfied with the photo he shows her.
    Lark snickers at the photo of herself in approval


    CUT TO-

    Lark and Bishop walk home. They are approaching Iglesia Pentecostal. The doors are opened.


    Bishop passes the ball to Lark as they walk pass. Lark misses, floor view of the ball rolling into the opened church doors. Lark goes to get it, Bishop close behind.They notice a casket is at the alter with a body in it. They stop in their tracks, starring in confusion.


    CUT TO- Lark peeking into the casket. A man dressed in an all white tux with a white top hat to match lays cold as ice.

    Bishop takes out his camera and takes a shot.

    LARK
    “Don’t you know you shouldn’t take
    pictures of the dead!”(Whispers)​


    “Lark!”

    Lark turns to the church entrance. Pan fast to the front entrance.


    HORATIO Larks dad enters. He is a tall built, golden brown with piercing brown eyes, his hair slicked down with grease. His arms are crossed in front of his chest.


    HORATIO

    “What you doing out the house? Your
    mother know you not home?”​


    LARK
    “No,... who is that man Daddy?”​


    HORATIO

    “Don’t concern yourself with that, I want you to go
    back home, and don’t say a word about this to anyone."
    (To Bishop) I guess I don’t have to worry about you."​


    Bishop sarcastically smirks. Hiding the polaroid picture under his arm. Bishop grabs Lark who is still spooked as they leave out.

    CUT TO-

    Lark enters through her window which she left cracked open.


    CUT TO- View from the bed room door. Larks mom LIANA is standing in the doorway.


    LIANA

    “Where have you been?”​


    LARK
    “Getting fresh air”​

    (sitting at the edge of her bed)


    LIANA
    “You hanging out with that mute boy again?”​


    LARK
    I thought you liked Bishop Mama​


    LIANA

    He’s alright I guess, just
    don’t understand him is all.

    LARK
    You don’t have to, he’s not your friend​

    (removing her tennis shoes off of her feet)


    LIANA
    .
    "You right, he's not my friend but you missy are
    my daughter and I'd appreciate some respect."​

    LARK
    "Sorry mama"​

    LIANA
    "Get washed up, we’re having brunch. Your brother will be back from
    school for the weekend in a hour or so and your father
    should be on his way home now."​



    Lark (nods)”Ok” Sitting on the bed indian style.


    Liana leaves. Lark sighs.


    CUT TO-


    Close up of Bishop’s note from earlier sitting on the night table. Lark grabs the note and opes it.


    LARK
    (Chuckles) Hmmp (to herself).


    Larks brother LOURDES enters the apartment with a book bag on one shoulder and his trumpet in the other. His long locks are shifted to one side. His sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.


    LOURDES

    MA?…LARK?..

    (Lourdes makes his way to the kitchen where Liana is helping the day maid set the table.)


    Liana turns to see Lourdes at the kitchen entrance.


    LIANA
    "There you are!..I was beginning to get worried. (steps back)
    Ayi, are they feeding you there or what? How are you?
    put your bags in your sisters room.Then bring her back to the
    table with you, dinner is ready now."​

    CUT TO-

    Lourdes finds Lark painting on the fire escape. Puts his bags down. Heads to fire escape.


    LOURDES
    Now how’d I know you’d be out here


    LARK
    ****! Lour you scared me half to death!

    (Play slapping her brother. Bringing him in for a hug)


    LOURDES

    Hey Twin whats doin?


    LARK

    Nothing much (Apprehensive)…
    Whats going on up there at that school?


    LOURDES

    You know, same ol’. Trying to come back
    so I’ve been on my good behavior ****.(removing his shades)


    LARK

    Well I hope your learning your lesson. You lucky
    you not in jail for all the stunts you’ve pulled


    LOURDES

    Not sure if Jail would be any worse. But we can
    talk about that later..Why you seem all shook up?


    LARK

    I always hated that telepathic twin mess..can
    never just keep things to myself huh?


    LOURDES

    I don’t know why you would want to keep anything
    from me. Last I knew, we were thick as thieves.


    Both are seated on the fire escape, legs dangling below


    LARK
    I saw a dead body


    LOURDES

    Whats so new about that?…You seen
    someone get killed or something?


    LARK

    No I snuck out with Bishop to get some air and I saw a casket
    in Iglesia Pentecostal down the block, at first there was no one in there
    but there was this man .. he was.. just...inside the casket


    LOURDES

    And who else?…you said at first..
    lark looks at Lourdes intently


    LARK
    No one I was just-


    Lourdes looks back at Lark confused


    Liana is seen on the other side of the window, standing in Larks room.
    LIANA

    "You two kitchen now..your father
    is home and its time to eat"


    CUT TO: Horatio eating his food at the dinner table. Lark looks over to him hoping not to make eye contact.


    HORATIO
    If you continue to stay out of trouble this can be a permanent
    thing again… Don’t you want to come back home?


    LOURDES
    Not exactly… Why would I want to be back
    here in this house, where I was exiled?


    Lark chuckles lightly while masking it with a cough.Liana tears up, leaving the table.


    LIANA
    I swear sometimes don't know where
    I went wrong…(tearing) excuse me (exits)


    HORATIO

    You can’t just make your mother
    happy for one weekend?…


    LOURDES
    So its up to me to make mama happy
    ..I thought that was your job.


    Horatio gets up from the table. Lordes following his lead. Horatio inching close to Lourdes swiftly greets him face to face.


    HORATIO

    You listen to me if you don’t straighten the **** up you
    will be on thestreet for the rest of your life... You remember who's still
    keeping you a float... (Horatio pushes past Lourdes.
    To which laughter erupts Lourdes like a volcano.)

    LOURDES

    This is why I can't be here, I don't know
    how you do it sis (sitting back down)​

    LARK
    Must you take everything too far?


    LOURDES

    (smirk) life is too boring with
    limits Lark (said with a half serious tone)


    CUT TO:

    INT: 12:00 am

    Bishop is looking through his pictures of the day. Flips through photos of Lark. Comes across photo of the man in the casket. He stares curiously at it. Opens window. He notices Larks light is on.He returns to his bed. Lays on his back his arms resting below his head.


    1:00am

    Lark taps on Bishops window. Bishop gets up slowly and opens the window.


    LARK
    I think I’m ready to take on that camera


    Bishop smiles through his confusion. He helps her in before grabbing his notepad.


    “Are you ok?” he writes


    LARK
    (sitting next to Bishop) No…see Lourdes is in town and in a matter of a few hours
    hasmanaged to cause so much dysfunction and now he’s out with his buddies
    from the neighborhood ripping and running the streets like he's has
    not a care in the world. Its like he wants to be better but is physically
    incapable of doing so. ..My mom is so sad right now about this...You
    know, we talk about everything but its like he only talks civilized
    with me. I wish people knew the real him.


    BISHOP
    “Its possible you are the most sensible part of him”.


    LARK
    hm, he must think I have enough logic for us both I suppose..
    (fixing a strap on her mint green spaghetti top).. whats the most sensible thing to you?


    Bishop gets up and heads to his dresser. Picking up his camera. He hands it to her.






    Thank you again everyone. I am excited to see where my imagination takes me. :luv:God bless.
     
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