Jerome’s shirt hangs on the clothesline. It is a grey morning and ash hangs in the air. The chickens are pecking around.
Jerome hikes around the chickens, kicking one, to get to his shirt. Edie follows him. He shakes the shirt and the ash floats from it in small flakes.
Jerome hikes around the chickens, kicking one, to get to his shirt. Edie follows him. He shakes the shirt and the ash floats from it in small flakes.
EDIE
What is that?
JEROME
Ash. From the fire.
EDIE
No, that.
JEROME
Who knows.
What is that?
JEROME
Ash. From the fire.
EDIE
No, that.
She points to the spots on Jerome’s shirt.
JEROME
Who knows.
He folds it up under his arm.
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