James

[Mugz]

As James sits on the brick wall of the bridge looking down at the train tracks; a train rushes by underneath him blowing dirty air and a dead musky oak leaf into his face. He doesn't flinch one bit. He looks up to the sky above and again back down below at the rusty tracks with an expression of deep contemplation with a hint of confusion.

 

[Shrooms00087]

Awesome, your posts have been slightly haunting.

 

[Mugz]

Thanks, it's the opening scene in the screenplay I'm writing.