I’m so happy to not be writing a romantic comedy. So let’s get this think started. Title comes from Tigs, the Yoko to my Paul.
The Candy Store at the End of the Road
A 50s-ish man sits in a chair in a dark living room, as only a bit of the morning light is coming in through the thick shades. He has a drink in his hand and his gun in the other. He looks at them both as the phone rings. He then flips his attention from drink to phone to gun. He puts them down and answers the phone. He says he’ll be right there. He walks to the door and puts on a jacket and as he turns to leave we see the back of it says Sheriff.