Gary stared blankly across the polished oak conference table. He coughed, senses overwhelmed by cigar smoke; the gray wisps obscured the protruding bellies of stone faced studio executives. Could these powerful men smell fear, like bees or dogs do? Could they hear the crinkle of the divorce attorney’s letter in his pocket? Taste the sweat soaking into his coffee-stained button-up or the mothball scent of his dollar-store blazer? He rose to his feet, loosened his tattered faux silk tie, straightened the pages of his dog-eared script, and cleared his throat.
“Ain’t no rules say a dog can’t play basketball.”
What is going on here? I can’t make sense of this.
Have you ever watched Air Bud? It’s about a dog who plays basketball. The authories of something say he can’t play, and this is line from the movie, the line about no rules saying a dog can’t play basketball. The author is just playing off that, creating a beautifully worded scene.
Thank you.
The words and descriptions are beautiful.
Thank you.