My story

My story

1. Beggining

   • Dark dull day
     • 12yr old Abbas at his uncle's funeral
       • Solemn tear
       • fairly close
       • Steve's told his uncle worked as a receptionist for the afghan government
   • Black car at the funeral - tinted widows
     • Mum tells there someone wanting to talk to him
       • close to his mum - bright and cheerfull but looks dreadful
       • Man: in his early forties, expensive glasses slung, glint of watch, blunt voice
         • away after talk
           • Abbas spots a gun in his inside pocket.
           • Respect is shown to him by opening door.

2. Middle

   • Abbas goes to the kashmir tea shop
     • Abbas looking glum walks into the shop; accidently forcing a man to drop various sheets of paper; cacophony of irrittated sighs; left behing a peice of paper
       • Hassan's name, an address and Afghan Stealth Centre
       • Watches man cross the road; the man at last second glances back with suspicion
     • Shopkeeper extends his condolences
       • Finishes his tea
   • Goes to his house and sees it is all rummaged
     • Computers and documents gone; drawers left open; hurried exit
     • Abbas doesn't tell Samar about the piece of paper
     • Van scurrying away; name of ASC scrawled across the back doors
     • Decides he will visit the address

3. End

   • Reaches the address