This is not poetry. It is drama. It is not a typical drama .
It is an experimental piece, WRITTEN FOR FUN AND FOR LOVE OF WRITING.
I do hope you enjoy it. I will surely like to know your thoughts.
Amity and Jaywriterug will be taking turns to write the few episodes.
INT. CLARE’S ROOM – MORNING
It’s a rainy day . Kingston
Clare sits on a couch with a mug of hot chocolate clutched
tightly in her palms.
She stares as the rain drops makes pitter-patter on the
After a while, she turns her attention back to her blank
computer screen. She refreshes it but still there was nothing new.
There has been no new post for about three weeks now. It is unlike him.
(She stands up from the couch and moves towards the window, still
clutching her mug of chocolate. She drifts to Neverland.)
EXT. NEVERLAND – RAINY DAY
Why don’t you DM him on Twitter?
Hmmmm… No. I’m not that desperate. Moreover, he does not
JOHN (moves closer to her)
But you are desperate Clare! Look at you, you look as though your man
has abandoned you for months. Get a grip and do what you do best.
CLARE (without shifting her gaze from the falling rain)
What do I do best John, what do I do best?
You, Clare built neverland out of nothing!
That isn’t real!
Is he real?
CLARE (turns to face John)
JOHN (looks away)
But I love you.
You don’t write.
( She turns her attention back to the rain.)
He stopped writing too. Can’t you see?
( Clare moves back to the couch.)
(clicks on laptop screen)
He must be busy… Or maybe… There must be an explanation for
JOHN (sits beside her)
Do you think he notices you?
He does reply my comments.
He does that with all his readers.
Are you going to help or not?
I love you Clare.
I will tweet at him.
I will wait. I am patient.
You can start a blog while you wait.
Pale Blue Eyes plays in the Background
JOHN (kisses her lightly on her forehead)
You will love me someday.
( He walks away.)
INT. Clare’s room.
Clare types briskly on her laptop, pauses to read through,
then clicks ‘enter’.
(She is about to sign out when the notification icon flashes.
Quickly, she opens it.)
to be continued…
WRITTEN BY AMITY