LITTLE BOY BLUE
A Short Screenplay
By Tim Evers
Based upon the poem
Of the same name by
Eugene Field
FADE IN:
INT. BOY'S ROOM – DAY
The room is old, dusty, unused. Everything is in disorder and bad condition. Our focus is on the dresser, upon which a small stuffed dog, a toy soldier.
VOICE OVER
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
Suddenly, a new lights shines down on the room and everything begins to transform back to its original state.
LITTLE BOY BLUE, 6 or 7, rushes into the room. He stops and looks up at the toys.
VOICE OVER
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
Little Boy Blue whispers into the toy soldier and the dog's ears.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
"Now, don't you go till I come,"
VOICE OVER
he said,
LITTLE BOY BLUE
"And don't you make any noise!"
Little Boy Blue walks to his bed and goes to sleep.
VOICE OVER
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
Suddenly, like the room transforming, Little Boy Blue grows older before us. Maybe 19 or 20.
VOICE OVER
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
Little Boy Blue gets up from his bed and rushes out the door.
VOICE OVER
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!
The room transforms once again to the image we saw at the beginning.
VOICE OVER
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place---
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
Beat.
From the doorway, a 40 something Little Boy Blue walks into the room. He leans on the doorframe looking into his room. He sees the two toys, walks to them, picks them up, hugs them to his chest, looks at the room again, and walks out, holding the toys.
FADE OUT:
THE END
NOTICE!!!
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