Ok, so I haven't really had the chance to write in quite a while. And judging by this piece I shouldn't be allowed to write at all.
INT. BATHROOM - MORNING
BOB LOOKS INTO THE BATHROOM CABINET MIRROR. HIS EYES FOCUSED ON THE MOLE, ON HIS LEFT CHEEK.
HE RUBS HIS CHEEK WONDERING WHAT LIFE WOULD BE LIKE WITHOUT IT.
INT. PUB - DAY
BOB, BILL AND JANE SIT AROUND A TABLE. JANE BEGINS TO RUB THE TIP OF HER NOSE.
JANE
Do you think I need surgery?
BILL
You what?
JANE
My nose is too big isn’t it?
BILL
Don’t be silly, I love your little nose. It’s me that needs the surgery, my big ears, I can’t stand them.
BOB
Well I was actually thinking about having my mole removed.
JANE
Where abouts?
BOB
In a hospital, I think?
JANE
No, where’s the mole?
BOB
The one on my face of course.
BILL
You ain’t got a mole on your face mate.
BOB FEELS AROUND HIS CHEEK.
BOB
Well that's weird.
INT. BATHROOM - NEXT MORNING
BOBS LOOKS IN THE BATHROOM CABINET MIRROR. HIS EYES AGAIN FIXED ON THE MOLE.
BOB
What the...?
HE FEELS HIS CHEEK and THEN REACHES OVER TO THE MIRROR AND SCRATCHES OFF A SMALL PIECE OF DIRT.
END.
... lotta OF, whoops!
