I couldn’t help but notice these two signs posted one atop the other in my neighborhood. It just seems too coincidental, and I found myself imagining how they got there. I’m not in the union, so here you go:
EXT. 8TH STREET, MIRACLE MILE – DAY
A woman, driven crazy by grief, approaches a lamppost with a stack of fliers and a roll of tape in hand. She begins to post one of the pages, sobbing as she works.
A man, holding a similar stack of pages, approaches the same lamppost.
I, I–I LOST MY DOG, Wahhhh.
Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.
He begins to post one of his own fliers above the one the woman posted.
I found one. Anyway, hope you find your dog. Good luck.
The two go their separate ways, stopping at trees and lampposts until…