Everything is Dark (Fiction Extra)

Legs kick up. Hands twist in the air. Pan to the smoking Nazi

This is an odd one. I sold it to Silverthought, which seems to be defunct. I revised it before I posted it here because I found it clumsily written. It’s still a bit clumsy. It’s one of my second person stories, with Nazis. And Lilith.

Everything is Dark

Everything is dark. No music. No sets. Just a dark screen. A small horn starts playing. A sad drunk has been passing out on stage for the last fifteen years; he's finally stumbled on a movie score job. The don't blow it anxiety comes out. Too many "soulful" riffs.

Watch the title sequence; you don't know the names. You recognize one actor only because you watch too much television after midnight. The man next to you starts talking to his girlfriend. She is ignoring him. He's trying to start a fight.

The screen pans to a poolside dance number. You see a beautiful pool - a shimmering pool. Blue ceramic tiles. The dancers are wearing white one piece bathing suits. Their blond hair bounces. Tracking shot to the entrance. SS officers are framed in the doorway, smoking long cigarettes. Close up on a small Nazi with a strawberry shaped birth mark on his cheek. He holds a Lugar. Another long tracking shot moves again around the dancers and the pool. Finally the camera stops at one particularly doe-eyed girl. She’s the only brunette.