It is late and there is nowhere to go.
The two sat on a cold bench with snow.
Cory held the script and read it in silence.
Spiky wishes she was on a warm island.
Her fingers are frozen numb,
Waiting for Cory to be done.
He looks up, "This will be your first film?"
"Yes, my first real film."
"It's ambitious."
It's nothing compared to my feature film,
She thought.
He wasn't being vicious.
Cory states what needs to be fixed.
Spiky writes it all in a short list.
At the end of the critique he asked a question.
As if this was an intervention.
"You said you want to work for yourself?
What happens when you want a job later?"
Spiky replies, "You sound like a hater."
"I'm being realistic.
One day you might need to make money.
Having a gap in your resume won't be sunny."
"Cory,
I live at home, I have no boyfriend, and I have no job.
I have all the time in the world, and nothing to lose."
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
