So…here's another drabble. Hope you like. It's a comedy about Mark getting beaten up…Review please!
Mark Cohen, the Bohemian filmmaker, was doing what his job title implies, making a film. He was getting raw footage in the park of the homeless sleeping, the leaves, and the people walking around. Looking through the eyepiece he saw all these things. Zooming in on some of the graffiti on a wall the screen was filled by a colorful mass. Surprised by this Mark jumped back looking for whatever had messed up his shot.
"Oh…just a butterfly," he said calming down and gently trying to shoo the bug away.
Even though Mark was swatting gently, so as not to hurt the fluttering thing, the butterfly wouldn't leave. It kept getting in his shot making him a bit frustrated. Giving up Mark turned to get another shot. He could come back later to get the shot.
The butterfly had other plans.
Mark began filming a man sitting on a bench begging for change of people. This would be perfect for his documentary on-why was that butterfly in the way again?
"Okay butterfly, you have to move," he told it while trying to knock it away.
However, the butterfly attacked back. The butterfly whizzed down towards his big head causing him to yell and duck spastically. Covering his head and eyes he swung around blindly at the colorful blur. While waving around he knocked his own glasses off causing temporary blindness. Then he simply flailed his limbs about like a spaz.
Suddenly he felt someone grab him and he stopped his spasms to see who it was. Was the demon bug from hell gone? Who had saved him? Getting his glasses back he looked at his savior, Maureen Johnson.
"What the hell were you doing Markydoodle? Looks like you tried dancing or something again," she observed laughing at him.
"Oh…erm…I was getting attacked," he said blushing.
"By what? A bee? Did I save you from being stung and therefore killed by a beesting?" she asked over dramatizing the whole thing.
"Umm…not really. It…it was a…butterfly," he admitted turning a brighter shade of red.
He would never live this down. Mark Cohen, beaten by a butterfly.