“JONES! Where is my prop?”
“Your prop, sir?”
“The metal thing with the thing in the middle. The magical thing!” The director wrung his sweaty handkerchief, his rolled up screenplay tucked under the arm of his rumpled sweater. “We’re shooting the scene where the hero pulls the sword thing from the middle and unleashes his dormant magical powers. WHERE IS MY MAGIC THING, JONES?”
“Right—that—I’ll go find out, sir.” Jones scrambled around the crew securing a green screen cloth on the floor for the scene.
The director dabbed at his temples and sighed. “I don’t get paid enough.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017