Camera..... Action....Roll....

She was curled up on her mattress loosely covered by a sheet, crimson rivers staining alabaster skin, through French windows peeked a moon through thick Louisiana heat marking out a most sardonic final grin. Mean his manners and his stubbles as he barked a new command, all assistants scurried gladly to and fro. From the alley came the voice that rattled gravel and pure sand flashing lights were just a part of this great show. Tears of sadness fell to ground and mixed with blood on marble tiles as the camera picked up a silent twitch, when the boss put down his pipe and started scratching at his piles, then announced that they had run into a glitch. In the end it took a day before the scene recorded right, they were tired of that little word named 'action'. And the body had a fever from the hot and burning light the director had to have his satisfaction.