I wrote the following short scene during a workshop with screenwriter Keith Bunin at a meeting of the Geneva Writer’s Group.
A fat man, dressed in a smart suit and shiny black shoes, is down on his knees polishing the parquet floor with a tiny cloth. There is a forced smile on his face. A tall women in a tight dress and stiletto heels strides into the room and comes to a halt in front of him. He stops his polishing and looks up at her. She ignores him. He runs the polishing rag over her shoes and she turns and leaves.