Look at the photo. Consider what has has just happened here, or what is about to happen here. Who has been here? Who will come here and and what will they do? What kinds of interactions can you imagine? Write one leaf about these or other things that occur to you upon looking at the picture. Do not allow yourself to be limited by what you see. Go.
"You gotta be shittin’ me."
"For fuck’s sake, Henry. You stole this goddamn sign?"
Henry laughed. “Fuck yes I stole that shitty sign.”
Oglethorpe threw his hands up in the air, like he just didn’t care, along with a great, “Fuck!”
"No," Henry said. "Fuck you."
"No, we’re all fucked because of you," Michel spit. He said it with his fingers and his nails and the shirt pocket of Henry’s overalls. "Because you stole, and those goddamn nuns will know it was us."
"They won’t know."
"They always fucking know."
"They won’t know!" Henry was yelling. "They won’t know unless some asshole takes a fucking picture!"