INFINITE BLUE
By Arik ma
THEA 280
September 24, 2015
Character: Thom Greene is in his early thirties. Went to NYU for college and spent his time there studying marketing. Hired right out of school, he designed extremely profitable, successful, and inviting social media campaigns for some the biggest names in the tech industry. Ironically he was never able to successfully sell himself, he always thought he was quite unremarkable and bland.
Place: A small, unpopulated, tropical island in the middle of the pacific.
Time: Present
(The salty sea breeze whispers in the ear of a blacked out, shipwrecked, injured Thom. The sun is unrelenting and a ray blinds him initially as he squints as he regains consciousness.)
THOM (shakes the sand off his face and hair)
I really thought this was going to be the best business trip of my life. Mixing that play hard and work hard mentality with the hottest girl at the firm, Rebecca. I really worked my ass off to get paired with her on this business trip to Tahiti to meet with our newest client, Elon Musk of Tesla at his tropical mansion. Where the fuck is everyone that jumped ship with me? The waves were fucking gigantic and the lighting was piecing the dark skies, it was like scene out of “A Day After Tomorrow” or something.
THOM (sees his auburn brown leather satchel to the right side of him on the sand.)
THOM (slowly gains the strength to get up.)
“Fucking shit!”
THOM (looks down in agony, lifts his John Varvatos slacks to see his right calf bloodied and scraped. He Reaches into the satchel and grabs phone)
“Holy shit it’s not waterlogged!”
THOM’s (celebration abruptly ends, no bars, 1% battery left)
THOM (Checks status of life raft=deflated, He gathers satchel moves to shade)
THOM (Begins writing in client note book under the shade of a palm tree)
DAY 1
Dear Rebecca,
I am writing this journal, unaware of your condition. You could be stranded at sea, eaten by sharks, maybe your life raft landed on this island too. Who knows. I have to find you. I should have made my big move on you sooner. I was in love with you since I met you my first day when we had new hire orientation together. I said hello and you rolled your eyes at me. Who does that?! That is so cold. Why did you always think I was so boring?
THOM (stops writing, sees a black dot on the horizon, sprints to the shore)
“HELP! SOS! SAVE ME”
“SAVE ME! RESCUE ME!”
THOM(the black dot disappears from sight, walks back to palm tree to write more, defeated)
Well my life is now an episode of LOST or Cast Away without Wilson. Hopefully I don’t end up in a sea cave with an ice skate and a loose tooth. No black smoke monsters or polar bears yet. Even though this can be end of my life, at least it can’t end as badly as the last season of LOST. What a mess that was but then again so am I.
Day 2
Dear Rebecca,
Okay, so now my phone is officially dead. Now I can’t live stream my wonderful adventures. In all honestly this would have been a cool vlog. “Watch Thom Survive” would have been a hit on the Travel Channel. My leg is wrecked, my back is peeling like an orange from the sunburn, fuck I look like an orange. A cup of orange juice with pulp sounds so good right about now. I have been walking along the beach to find a river, so I can find a source of fresh water. I noticed there was an elevated peak at the center of the island. I want to eventually climb to the top to see what is around. That would probably be the best place to signal a helicopter or plane or something. I have been thinking about you all day. I know you never wanted to be with me. I feel like in the few years I have known you there were always some other guy in your life. He was always more unique, had the cooler job, had the cool accent, had interesting hobbies like race car driving or something.