Kissing Carrion

RAY sits at the kitchen table, eating a microwave dinner. WE HEAR the TV in the background.

TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

. . . still have no explanation for the complete

lack of witnesses, but maintain that forensic

evidence recovered from the scenes holds a

clue to the mysterious . . .

LATER. RAY lies on the floor, working out, doing flys with a barbell in either hand. The TV is still on.

TV INTERVIEWEE (V.O.)

. . . “estrangement”: A certain—alienation—

from society and the world around them. A

sense of being somehow, somehow . . .

LATER. RAY is in the bathroom, door open. WE HEAR the sound of running water. The TV is still on.

TV PREACHER (V.O.)

. . . ’unseen creatures fill the air, both when

we wake and when we sleep.’ This, my friends,

is much like how the Lord’s invisible but

constant presence . . .

LATER. RAY, hair wet and wrapped in a towel, sits in front of the TV paying bills. He isn’t looking at the screen, but BLUE FLICKERING LIGHT illuminates his face.

TV SPORTS GUY (V.O.)

. . . hoo! Buddy, that’s GOTTA hurt. In

football, meanwhile . . .

A surge of blooper-clip MUSIC. RAY shuts his eyes.

CLICK. BLACK SCREEN.

E.C.U. RAY’s eyes SNAP open.

NEW ANGLE. The WOMAN from the street is standing over him, still wearing her see-through RAINCOAT.

WOMAN

You can SEE me.

RAY

What?

WOMAN