PLOT-Chronological Scenes

3 Cycles

CHRONOLOGICAL SCENE Skeleton (WHAT ABOUT 3 act structure of TALE?)

Cycle One

WOMAN growing up

BROTHER bipolar signs

Incest & Games

Swimming

Age 14/Age 17

Brother Drowns? Hospital/Mental Institution/JAIL!!!

Cycle Two-BROTHER REAPPEARS & DROWNS (again)

He returns to her life

Writes letters

Imposter?

She visits him at hospital

Suit notices her doing this

She begins to Swim from Kendall to Walden

She takes her brother out, to visit Mental Institution in NH!!

Swim river-He tries to kill her & he disappears!!

(Suit is watching, tries to kill her there?  

Tries to kidnap her?

He kills brother? Dumps him in river?

SHE HAS TREMENDOUS GUILT!!

Starts swimming in ponds, looking to get arrested??

CHARACTERS
Woman grown up

Little Girl 9

DH/Dogs/Group Home

JOB Intro & End

(METAL/GLASS/CONCRETE)

SUIT Intro

WOMAN swimming

WOMAN swimming the Sapphire River/Lucinda (GUILT?? Or wondering if he ever really left)

COP sees her-she wants to be arrested

BROTHER lives in forest? (How does he know about abduction of WOMAN?)

CYCLE THREE- WOMAN Disappears

Little Girl/Cop/Suit/Mutton Chops sitting at Computer

Suit displays program-tracking software

Little Girl switches tracking device from WOMAN’s car to SUIT

Litle Girl at Funeral

Mutton Chops discovers her BROTHER was in Jail/incest (he’s reading WOMAN’s diary?)

Mutton Chops/Kid/Cop drive to Atlanta (or NH?)

Find where she was being kept, evidence of SUIT’s house

but she is gone?

Or she attacks COP?  Mutton Chops?  (Does she kill him?)

Or BROTHER saves her?

(SCENE-Do you remember when we used to play Superman?/I forgot where your words ended and mine began.  You could always read my mind)

SUIT comes back to face both of them

BROTHER hiding in shadows unknown to him

Cop car comes half an hour too late?

No, cop takes credit for the kill?

Leave Brother out of it

Let him go be a Mountain Man
Resolution: Shores of WALDEN
"Come on in, the water;s fine"

Leftover People

Leftover People

You have managed to collect all sorts of leftovers in your own life.  Sweet, really.  No family of your own, the parent figures dropping away one by one.  And now, you have the pets that nobody wants, stray cats and kids to feed.  An ideal family really, excpet when you have to bring them back.  When they are claimed.  And they begin to cry because they are aware that nobody will be as honest with them as you have been.

You’ve spent your teenagehood and young adult life of the party nights waiting on streetcorners for people, kids, animals to get dropped off. You take in the elderly, the forgotten, the poor, the injured, the infirm.  The ugly dogs that smell bad and are losing their fur.  The only ones you have ever turned away are the ones with substance problems.  You need creatures of substance, not ones with problems with it.  No alcoholics or druggies, even ones that just smoke for fun.  

You want to be able to predict everyone’s behaviors.  You can’t ever predict death, or illness or injury. You can predict hunger and cold.  You try to predict everything else, just to be prepared.  Everything is well stocked, you could run a hospital or an emergency shelter.  Or a weekly neighborhood party.  

You could be more friendly.  But you find that you are plenty friendly, and you wake up to days which are full of coming to other people’s rescues.  No time for yourself.  No time to enjoy the fruits of your labors.  Even your own house is overcrowded with strangers, who luckily seem to be taking care of each other.  

Which is why is it so much fun, so delicious, to drive to an unknown body of water and swim it.  Sometimes with a full wetsuit, sometimes with nothing.  Sometimes it is too beautiful.  To get away from shore.  From people who demand every last shred of kindness that you have, because it is in your nature.  And that leads to people walking all over you.

You are losing the little girl.  Her father has come for her, or is coming.  He’s reappeared in her life, demanding her back.  You have no ground; she isn’t even yours.  But at 9, she has spent most of her waking hours with you, more than her mom (your friend)  more than him.  And he wants to take her just to prove a point.  Just to put her into a school.  A sleep-away school, to board her.  To make her bored.   She puts on a show for him every time he comes, acting very sweet, and sometimes having conversations like people.  But you hear when his false voice comes in.  Even when he is telling the truth, it has an air of manipulation to it.  If he were explaining gravity, she would not believe him.

He has her today.  Going back to your house, there would only be silence now.  You miss all those crazy wonderful noises of all the rooms being used.

Everything is haunted.  

You long for new views, for a place to fully escape.  For a way not to be recorded, or downloaded or reached by Blackberry. (black berries can be poisonous, inkberries, pokeberries, elderberries.  Stay away says Mother Nature, how can you not obey that?)

And so you leave everything behind.  All the devices with batteries or electronics or recording devices.  Give up the idea of anything waterproof.  Nothing is.  And you don’t want them to trace you.  Although you have the feeling fo always being followed.

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What if a woman lost her horizon?  Her job, her family, her sense of home.  All she had left was a strong love of swimming, and the movies and stories around her.  

Her long lost brother returns to her life.  Suddenly, but slowly.  Encapsulated in a Center for many years, he brings her back to the present, of being immediate in the moment.  (mentally ill, sick or dead, or a computer)

She decides to swim from her former office to Walden.  Kendall to Walden, going by his Center (McLean, Mill Pond, Duck Pond)

Broad Canal Walk

Under Longfellow Bridge (Salt & Pepper) R watched the fireworks

Harvard Bridge/MIT Bridge Units of a student

Kendall-Charles River-Kayak

To Head of the Charles

Halcyon Lake

Fresh Pond

Alewife- Jerry’s Pond

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16 miles, 5 ½ hours walking

could be walked in a day, easily

Swum?  Not so easily.