Fasting Girls, pt. 2

TWO.

Eva walking through the snow.  Her dress trails behind her leaving a path like a slug.  Nothing but snow and a long clothing line, hung with brightly-colored garments.  She walks parallel to it, brushing her hand against the clothes. 

The clothing line ends abruptly and is replaced by a strange-looking house.  There are few defining characteristics about the house, other than its intricacy and solitariness.

Amos (30) opens the door.

AMOS (calling out to her from the doorway): Eva!

Eva walks calmly to the door and dips inside, dragging snow behind her.

Inside, they walk together through the house, which is a sort of temple of curiosities: locks of hair, bugs on pins, a prosthetic arm made out of iron, bones, antlers, goose feathers, snake vertebrae, a frog in a jar.  Eva walks a few paces behind Amos, looking, touching. 

They reach the end of a long hallway.  He leans in and kisses her formally.  She keeps her eyes open. 

They stand in silence for a few moments, listening.

EVA: The wind…

Outside there’s the whistling of wind through bare trees.