A Single Sneeze Would Ruin the Whole Shot

by Kyle Beachy

She stood hiding behind the palm tree, holding the detached muffler of the motorcycle off of which she’d just fallen. He strafed in gentle steps with dual handguns poised. His own motorcycle was parked and running next to what was left of hers. She breathed through her mouth and held the chrome muffler up for the camera. We see him moving slowly from left to right background. When one fateful step of boot snaps a felled palm leaf, close-up of boot sole crushing frond, beautiful blonde nervous but confident motorcycle bad-ass chick spins and swings impossibly shiny detached muffler into idiot token black double-packing henchman’s caught-disawares grill. What follows is the wittiest of dialogue.