Act. Stick. Scene. Bugs.

It's a warms summer evening. 

Around 9 O'clock (if you are on daylights savings time).

8 O'clock if you are not.

This is geographically significant. 

I am on DST and around 9 is twilight and that is when the earth comes alive and it is a sight to see. At 8, though... it's just hot and muggy and sticky and shitty.

Zoom into a crack in the sidewalk.

Stickbug 1 (SB1) is chilling out. 

Stickbug 2 (SB2) walks up.

SB2. Hi.

(No answer)

SB2. Hello?

(Still nothing)

SB2. Sticky bug?

SB1. Right now I am a stick. Not a bug.

SB2. Oh.

SB1. Yeah.

(Pause)

SB2. Sticks can't talk.

SB1. Well, I turned into a stick bug to answer you. Could you please leave so I can go back to being a stick?

(Pause)

SB2. You're so sad.

(Pause)

SB2. Pretending to be a stick when you are really bug. How nice... to not participate in life at all and still get full credit for being alive.

SB2 leaves.

It begins to rain. 

SB1 drowns in the crack in the pavement because he is not a bug that can walk away, but a stick.

SB2 cries as he clings safely on a local tree. 

END