We live in a powder keg of finger pointing and political battles around gun control. It no longer matters who the shooter is or why. What matters is that our family members are dying.
We have all been on the other end of the phone, paralyzed with worry when a love one doesn’t pick up. This film was my attempt to project those fears onto a blank canvas and let your imagination do the work until our reveal at the end.
This story takes place at 1pm on a Wednesday. It’s winter and the school is quiet in a way you’ve never heard before except for the vacant ring of cell phones.
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