South Park City, Colorado 18- –
Street is vacant. No people or dogs are seen anywhere. A faint breeze rustling aspen leaves is all that is heard and then the more distant sound of a blacksmiths hammer rhythmically striking an anvil.
SOUND of wooden wagon wheels rolling over dirt road. A slight creaking of wood as the freight wagon rolls along is in the same rhythm as the blacksmiths hammer which fades out. As the wagon comes to a stop the SOUND of water sloshing in a tub fades in and continues the rhythmic beat.
LAUNDRY WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
Humming and every so often singing a word or two of some melody. The sloshing water in the rhythm is heard more clearly and sounds to be coming from a wooden tub .
A young girl about 9 years of age in a clean but patched and well worn dress enters. She wears what are clearly a pair of men’s work boots several sizes to large. hearing the humming/singing she joins in and holding her arms straight out either side of her she begins a shuffling waltz, keeping the beat and repeating the now familiar rhythm by stomping her oversize boots on the wooden floor.
” I’ll stop in after school today to pick up the Sunday shirt and the britches you was mendin for my Pa.”
LAUNDRY WOMAN (O.S.)
Goes on humming and pauses just enough to answer.
” s’all raght”
Molly walks down the center of street, her boots kicking up small clouds of dust as she strides. The street is still empty of man or beast, still very quite, the sound of aspen leaves again and the very soft sound of a child humming a melody.
Molly continues through town and steps onto the wooden sidewalk, her stumbling boot heels keep the beat.
Across the street from Molly is the Summer Saloon. Although it is early morning, the doors open. There is no movement visible inside but the notes from a tinkling piano drift by on the passing breeze.
Arriving at the schoolhouse Molly opens the door wide, grabs the bell rope and pulls three times. The bell reverberates. She pauses for a moment and then rings the bell four more strokes. The last peal lingering on and fading out.
Silence. Quiet. No students or teacher. Oblivious Molly goes to her seat, third desk, next to the window and sits as she does everyday, quietly. Silence.
FADE TO BLACK
Molly makes herself a cup of tea and sits at the table in contemplation.
MALE FATHER VOICE – (O.S.)
“Molly where did you put my clean shirt and pants from the laundry?”
“Oh gosh Pa I forgot. I’ll run back to town and get em now. Its not to late”
FATHER – (O.S.)
“Well, hurry it up then.”
Molly slips on the work boots and hurries out the door.
In a hurry to reach the laundry cabin Molly runs by the the rail station. She sees a gap between a box car and the engines tender and as youngsters do, decides to take a short cut. As Molly is running between the cars her over sized boot catches on the rail, she stumbles and falls, twisting her ankle.
Just then the locomotive blows out a blast of steam, gives a lurch and rolls backward to connect with the freight cars behind.
FADE TO BLACK
Photographs in this post were taken July 2013, South Park City, Fairplay, Colorado.
Happy Trails, Dohn