Film festival.

  It was the film festival for short films and people were so interested to watch them one by one and describe or analyze each one as we all love to do. They saw a few 10-minute films and seemed like they enjoyed each and every one of them. The last short film was about to start and people got even more excited because after this last one they could vote for the best film. The prize of the best 10-minute short film depended on people’s votes. The film started with an image of a ceiling. Two minutes passed and people were waiting to see what would happen next. Four more minutes passed and the camera was still on the ceiling. Some of the spectators left the cinema with anger. Eight minutes of the 10-minute film passed and the camera never left the ceiling. It was really boring and frustrating. Everyone was mumbling and some were swearing. The film was going nowhere and it really didn’t seem like it would get any positive reviews or votes. When the film reached the 9-minute mark, the camera moved to a young child laying on a bed who was paralyzed from the neck down by an accident caused by a drunken careless driver. Then there came a writing: “This was just 10-minutes of my life and most of you weren’t patient enough to watch the film, now you know how the rest of my life looks like. Please be thankful for your health and abilities. Drive sober, other people care about their lives, if you don’t for yours.”  
Story by Laleh Chini, WordPress blogger.