Street, sidewalk, rain.
Black drapes. Sandbags.
What is this? Words needed.
MPE. No idea.
To holding. To set.
The interior of Morton's Steakhouse, coming soon to a screen near you.
The sun is a fiery pot of gold at the end of the Bayonne Bridge.
It sinks from sight, leaving crimson and yellow clouds in an olive sky.
The sky above is still blue. The nearly-quarter moon is nearly overhead.
Further on... A pale gray, a rosy tint beneath it moving through mauve into a faded indigo horizon.
To the west, the last splashes of the day's light.
To the east, the slow beginnings of night. The blues and lavenders of the other side of sunset.
Grate around area where tree was. Neither grate nor tree in center. Shallow hole.
Left wheel of wheelchair in hole.
Is he stuck?
Line of sight.
Stop. Eye contact.
"No. Not you."
Time. Distance. His voice grows fainter.
"GET ME THE **** OUT OF HERE!"
Thursday evening, police barricades
Saturday morning, shredded paper
Monday evening, film crew trailers
The New York Yankees give way to Gordon Gekko.
And the lights of lower Broadway still shine.
Wires on the ground. Men, with electric signs? Roadwork? Ah, those were those electronic thingies that were in the huge crates this morning. Out of crates now. Wires across the road. Doesn't look like road work, though.
Huh. Wires across this side street, too. Oh, lots of people down there. That area is usually pretty well deserted this time of night.
And those are definitely lights, not signs.
More wires. Someone with a vest. He's making a call but...
"Oh. Do you know the title?" Sometimes they do, sometimes not. Worth a try.
"Errrr.... Sorcerer's Appendixes. With Nicolas Cage."
"Oh, cool. Are they filming on this street?"
*NYC shrug* "All over the place around here."
"Ah. Well, thank you!"
And... Ayuh. Trailers on the south side of Tillary. And on the other side of Jay, trailers on both sides of the road.
In the meantime, there's a street and no traffic.
Time to jaywalk.