Heart of Clouds
(for Walter Halsey Davis, of SB Writers Conference, my teacher)
by Adrienne D. Wilson – adapting her novel Heart of Clouds for film.
INT. TEENIE APT BATHROOM. SILVERY LIGHT
Teenie while pie is baking and filling the apt. with scent, goes to the bathroom mirror, thinking of the boy who left her the abalone shell. She recalls the other teen girls at school, talking about pretty, and putting on make-up.
What is pretty? Is it like that abalone shell and all the colors that he left for me?
Devlin is the first boy she has ever thought about, on this cusp of her 14th year.
She goes to her bedroom, after trying on a bit of lipgloss, and wondering. Sitting crosslegged on her bed, she takes out her notebook again and draws a picture of the pie, while waiting.
She writes a note to leave at the driftwood hut, as if Devlin is an imaginary friend.
Close in on her hand and handwriting:
boy of the dunes
boy who was running like a wild horse
boy who wears plaid shirts and flannel
boy who I wish was my friend
what can I do to make you see me like I’m pretty?
Teenie what are you doing in there
Just writing Mom, I’m waiting for the pie to cool
It looks nice honey
Mom, I told Mr. Honeygarten I would take him some
That’s nice of you Teenie
He’s a really nice man
I know he is honey
Can you help me cut him a piece
Come on, let’s cut a piece of that beautiful pie and taste it
Teenie runs to her mother’s side and hugs her tightly
I love you Mom, I really do
(tenderly smoothing back her daughter’s hair)
I know you do
I just want you to feel better Mommy
Teenie and her mother taste the pie, then wrap a piece in waxed paper for Mr. Honeygarten.
EXT. HONEYGARTEN HOUSE. GOLDEN SATURATED LIGHT. DAY.
Teenie rides her bike through the village to his house. Melloman greets her at the fence, tail wagging and barking around, sniffing her hands carrying the pie.
Mello, it’s not for you but maybe you can taste some
Mr. Honeygarten waves at her from a second floor window with old fashioned lace
(calling down to her)
Teenie dear whatever do you have in that basket
(smiling up at him)
The pie! You knew I’d be bringing it
Well, I was hoping so my dear. It isn’t often that I get to have such a wonderful piece of pie, now is it? come in and let’s have a seat in the parlor.
Mr. Honeygarten goes to his special china cabinet and takes out a beautiful tea set with old fashioned flowers and gilded rims. The silver had different fairies carved on the handles, a gift from his grandmother when he had been a boy.
Oh what a lovely piece of pie that is my dear. I’ll just put the kettle on for tea, dear and you serve the pie why don’t you?
Teenie carefully arranges the tea set, and slices the pie.
*this pin from my “pleinairella” storyboard space on Pinterest for Mr. Honeygarten style. Formal, Victorian, a gentleman, the tea set. I have props for the teaspoons.
Teenie and Mr. Honeygarten settle in comfort to have pie and tea.
Yes, my dear
Am I pretty?
Why Teenie whatever makes you ask that?
Why of course you are my dear
Are you sure?
Why, Teenie I do believe what I can see with my own two eyes, dear
(sigh of relief)
(kind eyes, smiling, close in)
Why on earth would you ask such a question?
Well, I just wasn’t sure whether I was or not
Well you are dear, and prettiness is something women grow into. It takes a very long time, by the way. I suppose you are just at the beginning of that rather long journey, yourself.
Mr. Honeygarten and Teenie sit sipping the tea. Silence, as they taste the pie.
Is there a boy, my dear? Is there a boy involved in all of this asking about prettiness?
You know my dear, when I was a boy, there was a certain girl I thought was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her name was Claire.
*the character Claire is based on the looks in the image above. It is from very old Hollywood, Mary Pickford.
*to page 39 in my novel, the chapter is Secret Smile