Just a one shot, I’m attempting to get better at writing scripts for my own amusement. I basically made up the characters and everything as I went so not much thought went into it but its not terrible for a third attempt at writing a short script.
Sweeping shot of green forest
Zoom and focus on humming woman
WOMAN [TESSA]: tall, blond, beautiful, walking down a dirt path wearing a blue dress and carrying an empty small basket on her arm. Exits forest, enters colorful, busy fair; very loud with yelling, laughing, and music playing. WOMAN carefully picks way through crowd to a row of stalls selling buttons, fabric, thread, feathers, and other odds ‘n’ ends.
[stops at button stall]
Excuse me, sir.
BUTTON SELLER: tell, thin, brown eyes, black hair.
[turns to WOMAN]
Yes, miss? How may I help you this fine morning?
Do you have mother of pearl buttons?
Of course miss, what size are you looking for?
Small, please sir.
BUTTON SELLER pulls out display box for WOMAN to look at, WOMAN carefully peers into the small box with its many slots all full of buttons. WOMAN bites her bottom lip, BUTTON SELLER looks up.
Not seeing anything to suit your needs, miss?
[shakes her head]
No, sir… Perhaps… Do you have more like this?
WOMAN turns showing BUTTON SELLER the few mother of pearl buttons holding the top of her dress closed.
[hums, turns and vanished into his crowded covered wagon]
[returns with small box in hand]
Here we are, miss. Perhaps these will work for you.
BUTTON SELLER opens the box revealing a small handful of buttons identical to the ones on WOMAN’S dress.
Perfect! How much for them?
[both eye brows raise in surprise]
All of them?
If you can bare to part with them.
Well, I suppose I can sell them to you for 20 crowns.
20 crowns? For six buttons? You must be mad!
These are not just any ordinary buttons, miss. These are magic buttons.
[turns to walk away]
[reaches for her arm]
Wait, wait. Please don’t go. I promise the story will-
[shakes off his grip]
Don’t touch me! You fiend!
SHERIFF pushes his way through to WOMAN
SHERIFF: tall, portly, blond hair, gray eyes
TESSA, what is going on here?
This man [motions to BUTTON SELLER]
is charging 20 crowns for six buttons then latched onto me as I tried to leave.
[to BUTTON SELLER]
Sir, I’ll not comment on your prices, but in this division we do not tolerate harassment.
I understand sir, but it was not my intention to harass the young lady.
Intention or not, it is not tolerated
its alright, I was just going to leave his stall.
Before you go, please allow me to tell you about the buttons.
No, you told me your price, I care not for their history. Good day, seller.
She is not interested, sir. [offers TESSA his arm] Good day.
TESSA takes the SHERIFF’S arm and they walk away from the BUTTON SELLER left holding the small box with buttons within.