Movie Night!

--> After a long day’s shopping, Tudor returned home to find a few of the girls already settled in on the sofa for the evening…

 

“Hi guys, what are you watc…. Hey! Are those my Quality Streets?”

“Shhh!”

“Hmm hmm hmn hmm”

“Get out the way, nosey! You’re blocking the screen!”

Out of the three, only Eliza seemed uninterested in the cinematic masterpiece unfolding in front of them. 

“Ah, yes. I saw this at the Luxor D’Or in Vienna when it first came out. An excellent little film, if a little derivative of the Nouvelle Vague...” Eliza remarked, without once looking up from her reading.

Indeed, she seemed far more interested in doing some research into whatever-it-was, than some stuffy artsy-fartsy old film…

“But will you girls at least tidy up afte-”

“Yes yes!” Jess snapped, impatiently.

 

“Ooh. It’s getting to the exciting bit….” Lily swooned in awe from the back of the sofa.

“Aah….” she sighed - as the hero appeared on the bridge: his bright-white shirt soaking wet, clinging to his skin like a tight, wind-torn sail ... while a few errant raindrops trickled slowly from his cheek, almost like tears…

“Ohhh….”

“Mmmm…” 

Lily and Jess murmured: immersed in the story unfolding on the big screen….

“Uh. Okay then.” Tudor mumbled shruggingly, as he wandering off towards the kitchen.

“I suppose I’ll put the shopping away by myself then….”

However, as he emptied the bags, Tudor came across the nice big carrot cake he had bought for everyone to share. Ah….

“...well then, seeing as the girls have already finished off the last of the Quality Street…”

!!!

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Epilogue

“Well now…” Miss Elisabeth murmured to herself as she checked her own notes. “With a little bit of tweaking, that might just work.”

And with that, Eliza finally looked up from her books and stared up at the screen: 

“Ah, yes. The infamous ‘bridge scene’. Quite...beautiful...”

...as the hero approached the heroine through the rain, the shadows from the wrought iron girders flickering shadows over his lean frame as he strode, haggard, but purposefully towards her... a close-up of the steam from the barrel of the shotgun she still gripped between her hands, slowly wisping between the two star-crossed lovers...