Prophet – Page 86

 

HELENA

Yes, maybe it will uplift our prophet's spirits.

 

MATI

You're something…

 

Both of them laugh, while the alien in the painting gazes at them with his gleaming eyes.

 

INT. NOON. PROPHET'S HOME

A phone rings at the door. Iris, wearing shorts and a tank top, pauses her vacuuming and approaches the door, opening it slightly. The vacuum cleaner rests on the silent living room carpet. She opens the door fully, and Nathan enters and hugs her.

 

NATHAN

I know it's your day off. I came to surprise you with lunch.

 

IRIS

It won't work. My son hasn't returned from school yet.

 

Nathan walks past the vacuum cleaner and settles on the living room couch. Iris sits not too far from him but not too close either, at an arm's reach. After a moment of silence, Nathan reaches out his hand and caresses her hair. He leans toward her. Their faces are very close to each other. His hands gently touch her face, around her eyes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he brings his lips close to her cheek and kisses her gently. He folds her in his arms, close to his chest.

 

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