SepSceneWriMo #3.4 – Puzzlewood

The film crew piled out of the rented van with Zane and Shaz still arguing about Harryhausen’s Medusa. The trip from Bristol had taken nearly four hours, with two of those hours consumed by pub stops along the way, one in Hardwicke the other, not twenty minute later, in Gloucester.

“I gotta take a piss. Who has to take a piss? Everybody who needs to take a piss, follow me.”

“Where are you going Zane?”

“To the can, man.”

Their driver and handler, Simmons, gripped the head-writer by the shoulder. “Zane, the facilities are that way.”

“Ah, that’s a g’mate. Everyone who…”

An official-looking, blue clad woman arrived on the scene. She had a set of keys in her hand and jangled them in front of their faces. “Park’s closed. We closed at four pm. You’ll have to come back…”

“Whoa, their Mrs….” Shaz, the lead effects engineer and designer, leaned forward to read the woman’s name tag. “Mrs? Miss? Anyway, Wendy Reed, we’ve come ever so far to this one location…” Shaz seemed to remember the pints he and Zane had concealed and consumed in the car. “Simmons, you’ve got this, haven’t you?”

Simmons smiled with straight teeth, a present from his mum, and steered the park employee over to the van. “I know this crowd looks like a SOHO party at four a.m. and smells even worse but, they’re rather important cinematographers. I’m sure I over step my bounds here, and you have every right to be offended but, if I was to offer you, oh, a hundred pounds to let the boys…”

“Isn’t that a woman?” Ranger Wendy Reed pointed inside the open van to where Cynthia remained seated, talking quietly on her phone.

“Right. Anyway, we’d need maybe an hour or two.”

“Two hours?”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Simmons said. “No doubt my offense would be magnified if these two hundred pounds could convince you to allow the boys and girl, a few hours in the park, under your guidance of course, to research the site for certain cinematic characteristics.”

Wendy Reed’s eyes had never left the brightly colored bills Simmons flapped about. She nodded and pocketed the money.

The three men, Bryce had joined the group, sidled up, refreshed from the facilities, and stood expectantly before the ranger.

“Is that really its name, Puzzlewood?” Zane pinched the air in front him, perhaps mimicking the workings of a puzzle.

Not to be out done, Shaz asked, “Did Tolkien really traipse about these, um, forests seeking inspiration?” Shaz finalized his question with an exaggerated, not entirely sober grin.

Bryce had taken an interest in the ranger—once past her bureaucratic defenses, she began to smile at the questions. Bryce, the youngest of the crew and not all together incapable actor, had read of the place prior to their trip. He pursed his lips, an affectation Cynthia despised, and asked, “Wendy Reed, would you be any relation to the excellent actor Oliver Reed?”

Wendy Reed’s smile grew and a blush dawned like a fog-free London morning. “Puzzlewood, as you’ll see, is appropriately named. It’s the site of an ancient Celtic iron mine and yes indeed, master story-teller JRR Tolkien did indeed wander these parts. If you’ll follow me…”


7 thoughts on “SepSceneWriMo #3.4 – Puzzlewood

  1. Zane Rialta’s crew would have put the ranger to work by the time she asked “Aren’t you–?” “Yes. Love the uniform., um, Wendy. Wendy,.. like a spring day or the square hamburger place? Doesn’t matter, really. Could you take the clip out of your hair? Ohh… lovely!” she spun the ranger 180 degrees “Carrie? Honey? Lipstick will just light her up, right? Do we keep the little hat? No? Right, her hair is soooo… Sit.” She parked the ranger in a folding stool that appeared from nowhere. “Carrie? Baby? Can we put some hustle on the ranger please? We have to hit the sat with this by nine forty. Wendy, doll? Are you ready for TV?”

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  2. I would like to follow as well. Thanks for the September Scene. Maybe when I can walk again. At this very moment my wife, our son and our grand daughter in a cubby are making their way through Springbrook Park. I can not go. Bummer. Like!

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