I took this photo in the streets and, like Rochelle, saw nothing as a prompt. But the street? There’s an idea.
The following is a scene from a screenplay I’m finishing up based on a stage play Rochelle and I wrote nine years ago called, The First Nights of Hanukkah. The scene takes place in December of 1931. KC native and Yeshiva student Joe is talking to radio singer and (spoiler) soon-to-be wife, Shifra, while they walk the streets of New York. Jerry Goldberg, Shifra’s manager/boyfriend has left them for a wild goose chase in the Bronx (set up by Joe to get rid of him in order to be with Shifra). They have just left the restaurant.
The word count is 100 words of dialogue. Names and stage directions are exempt since they are for reference only.
SHIFRA: You are a stinker! Sending Jerry to the Bronx!
JOE: My pop got rid of a rattler on our porch once only he used a hoe instead of a phone.
SHIFRA: Look, Jerry’s faults may be many, but he’s very nice.
JOE: So was the rattler until it almost bit my sister.
SHIFRA (resigned): Well, you shouldn’t have had to pay for the meal.
(they continue walking)
So, what happens to you after graduation?
JOE: Language teacher at Center High School in Kansas City, I hope.
SHIFRA (disappointed): Oh. So, you’re not staying, then?
JOE: No longer than I have to.
SHIFRA (warming up a little): Well, don’t forget you have friends in New York.
JOE (surprised): Yeah?