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TWO KIDS AND A BORDER - (Screenplay excerpt)
By Fay Hauser-Price & Elisabeth Lochen

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Two kids are scavenging in a dump. They are very playful as they search for scraps of food or items to sell on the street. PABLO AGUILAR (15), sees something in the dump. He nudges it with a stick. A mouse emerges and looks at him. Pablo approaches it but it runs away. The two Kids chase it, laughing. The mouse stops again and turns to look at Pablo. Pablo takes it, looks at the mouse and gives it to his younger brother, TONIO AGUILAR(11). Tonio plays with the mouse then puts it in his pocket as he continues to search.
A YOUNG MOTHER with her BABY is scavenging in the dump. She stops to breast-feed him. Our young Heroes, Tonio and Pablo, look at the scene admiringly. Longingly. Then Pablo resumes his scavenging with angry determination, and Tonio with sadness. (more)
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CHECK RACE HERE (Short Story excerpt by Fay Hauser-Price) 

That’s how she came to have the “white” box checked on her birth certificate. Addie Mae started feeling them pains kinda unexpected like. “Oh my God! The baby’s coming!” What was she to do? Don had gone to Danville to sell a little tobacco that had growed this dry season. The baby wasn’t due for more than a month. But here it was, coming. Coming strong too. Addie Mae’s heart started racing. (more)
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“Where There’s Smoke …” Short Film by Fay Hauser-Price


EXT. CLEARING – FLASHBACK - “America 1977”We see a Young South African Man, with a disheveled urban street look, who dances either a Boot dance or does some Masai Warrior moves with abandon and intensity.

WOMAN(V.O. through above)

He looked crisp. Like a dry leaf. Slightly green with hints of brown. Like he had just enough water. Just enough nourishment to sustain sanity.

The man laughs hardily; then his expression changes as if he was thinking about how to recapture, “by any means necessary”, something significant that he had lost. The camera pushes in to the intensity in his eye.

WOMAN(V.O. through above)

But if you added a too hot light, a too intense situation, you would expose his vulnerability....

(Beat)

...ignite a spark... Then fire!

FADE TO BLACK. THEN FADE UP:

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I RAN INTO AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE OF MINE.

(Short Story excerpt by Fay Hauser-Price)


“How are you?” I asked with excited fondness for seeing her.

“I’ve been fine,” she replied smiling. She always had a cheery disposition. “Only thing is,” she said, “I got a divorce since you last saw me.” (more)

	OEDIPUS IN EGYPT 
	(Short Story Excerpt by Fay Hauser-Price)
	
	There are many versions of the Oedipus story. Each serves to point up its own truths about the human experience. Do you remember Oedipus? The man who killed his Father, solved the Riddle of the Sphinx, and married his mother? It is an ancient story. One the Greeks adopted in many versions, but the version that intrigues me most goes something like this.
In a small village in ancient Greece, many years before Greece became the center of art and culture and was a master at war, there lived a strapping adolescent by the name of Oedipus. (more)


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		THE INJURED SPIRIT HEALS
(Short Story excerpt by Fay Hauser-Price)
	
	When you’ve been told all your life that you were nothing, less than a human being, like cattle, property; told that not you nor any of your people ever did anything worth praising; told that your mama, your daddy (whoever or wherever he might be) wasn’t fit for nothing but hard labor or nursing other people’s babies while yours was sold away, when you’ve been told these things your soul might weep, or fall into a depression, or lash out in destructive anger, or refuse to feel.  Or it might hold tight to the glimpses of your own genius, the pockets of alternative truth that no matter what was said or done to you, those pockets of genius raised their heads and could not be denied. (more) 
	


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	IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WA 
	(Poetry excerpt by Fay Hauser-Price)
	
	A baby cries
	
	In the beginning was the WA
	And the WA is what made MA
	And the darkness and the waters enveloped the WA 
	In the protective womb of the anticipating MA
	And the joy 
	And the morning sickness were the 1st Trimester
	And MA said,
	“I think that’s good?”
	(more)
	
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		THE ISLE OF YOU (I LOVE YOU) 
	
	(Poetry by Fay Hauser-Price from a Song excerpt)
	
	I took a journey to an island
	That I will call the Isle Love You
	I had a beautiful vacation
	That I confess was overdue
	
	I swam in your deep blue sea
	Let your love wash me
	And your currents carry me to your shore
	Floating free as the breeze once more
	Peaceful moments that I adore
	And I am glad
	
	I took a journey to an island
            (more)
	
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