Chapter 2
QUINCY : “a man, who chases his thoughts, may always wander”
Quincy throws his suitcase in the trunk. He barely touches the trunk door but it creates a loud slamming sound. As it slams, he looks up at the hotel room that he had spent an interesting evening. The woman, Ari, appears over the balcony smiling at him with a childish giggle. He smiles back as she flips her long black hair. The sun hits his blue eyes which make him pull his gaze away for a minute. She is gone. Again. Another fantasy…illusion of his mind…he cannot deviate from his mind. His spirit speaks the truth but his mind continues to create this string of lies. He is pulled in a ray of confusion but he insists to know the truth, if there is one.
(I am combining my short story, Quincy and screenplay, Rains of Acid (supernatural), so this is part of the transition. The opening has adult content. I wrote the short story 7 years ago and the screenplay 20 years ago -give or take)
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