Extras

      They're walking down the street, the four of them, extras in a movie that isn't theirs. Their conversation is inaudible, footsteps muffled, laughter barely distinguishable from the other night sounds.

      The real drama, the reason the movie is playing, the reason the street and the night and the people exist at all, that's happening within the indistinct circle of light around the streetlamp. There, the man and the woman look at each other, silent. Her blond hair and his gray coat are faded in the orange light. The camera pans in, from a street sign to the back of his head, her eyes. She's frozen in place, trying to recall her next line, waiting for the act to resume.

      The four extras pass out of shot into the darkness. 

~Maya

(Inspired by this blog).