I like this paragraph best
What the contractor hadn’t realized up until that point was that Stella Goldblum was not a soft and simple matron. When he quoted her a price that was about double what he knew it would ordinarily go for, her jaw set and the purse was forgotten as her eyes became two shotgun barrels pointed right at his face. For Stella Goldblum, when she found someone defying her will, was a raging force of nature with a voice like a steel whip. She had already had Hershel get a friend of his who worked in the city to come out and give them a ballpark estimate, and she knew when she was being taken for a ride. By the time she was done both men were pale and stammering, their faces shiny and their hands clammy as they looked over the house again and stated that perhaps the job would be easier than they had originally thought. They revised their quote to something more in line with what Hershel’s friend had told her, and she informed them that they would start on Monday morning at nine o’clock sharp. They both agreed instantly and stumbled over one another in their haste to leave to prepare for the job ahead of them.

I can really see this as a short film. No longer than 15 minutes. *soo tempted to go back into filmmaking after reading this, but I wouldn't have time or money to do it justice*
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 18:43, Reply)