Sandman Stories--The Film Study

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(by Meg, added on 19 March 2012 05:58 AM)

So, in the movie, I was this character who was visiting a really good friend who'd moved to some remote area of the coast. Cool. The car slowed, and then came to a complete stop.

"Well, we're here," the driver said in her irritatingly familiar voice. I know her, I thought, I should know her really well. But I don't.

I stretched out my cramped muscles. It felt like we'd been driving for hours. "Do you know the time?"

"It's almost 7-30. Which means we're right on schedule. Unless you guys arranged another time to meet up yesterday..."

"No," I was really winging it now. I had no idea what was going on, "As far as I know this seems like the time to me."

Time. Hahaha, I still hadn't figured out if I was in the AM or the PM.

I sat there, contemplating whether I should open the door and get out or not. She'd put the car in park and it was still idling. I stalled by collecting my hoodie and backpack from off the floor, and putting it in my lap, conveniently ready for action.

"You got all your stuff?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, deciding that it was, indeed, a good time to open my door and begin getting out.

"See you later, Meg!" I heard the driver say as I stepped out into cool, damp fresh air, "have a good time!"

"I will. Thanks for the ride!" I closed the door behind me. It seemed like the thing to do.

I stood on the drive, listening as the car first was put into gear and then slowly began to move. It accelerated, kicking up some small stones as its tires crunched over the gravel. Someone who I was really close to, but never got the chance to know, was driving away. The only person who I knew so far in this place. A cool, fresh wind was blowing in my face, making my hair go in random carefree directions. I raised my hand and waved.

I stood there until the sound of the car's engine was gone. Then I put on my hoodie, got out my cane and began walking at a quickish pace in the general direction of up the drive. I couldn't just stand around waiting for whatever. And, to be honest, I guessed I was as eager as that wind.

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