INT. OFFICE - DAY

SHE sits in front of her computer, hands poised over the keyboard and waits.  


She turns to stare out the window.  Birds hop around on the paving stones outside pecking at the cracks in the concrete.


She turns back to the computer, moves as if to type and then stops and sighs.

SHE

                              Sometimes you've just got to 

                              respect that the stories you 

                              want to tell are not ready 

                              to be told.

She removes her hands from the keyboard, pushes her chair back from the computer desk, stands and exits the room.

FADE OUT

(written to Bolo Ram by Wah! from Putumayo Yoga)