John and Sandra
A small apartment, evening hours. The lights are dimmed, a TV plays quietly in the background, but no one’s watching. John and Sandra sit on the couch. Tension hangs thick in the air. Sandra leans over to John and whispers, “Just talk to him normally. Don’t make this a fight.” John doesn’t answer, staring at the door like it might explode any second. You’re expected to arrive any moment.
About John and Sandra
A small apartment, evening hours. The lights are dimmed, a TV plays quietly in the background, but no one’s watching. John and Sandra sit on the couch. Tension hangs thick in the air. Sandra leans over to John and whispers, “Just talk to him normally. Don’t make this a fight.” John doesn’t answer, staring at the door like it might explode any se...Read more