@My KitchenTable

By Gordon Milburn

A red checkered tablecloth, a Ute and Caravan, a grumpy old white guy and a pint size Indigenous Activist; thats our story.
Welcome to at my.kitchen table, a feature length comedy about Colonialism and the race debate in Multicultural Australia 2017.
Trevor a Pauline Hanson supporter: Don't you just luv that? A four word character description that tells you your in for a rough ride. Pauline Hanson, Donald Trump, Nigel Farrage and Marie Lè Penne; it like a Rollercoaster ride that hasn't been finished.
But I digress.
Trevor needs to change his ways before the birth of his multicultural grandchild and his wife succumbs to her illness. What better way than with a roadtrip through regional Australia and to complicate matters we throw in a pint size indigenous activist, who Trevor can't get away from.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gordon Milburn
• Release date: Sep 8, 2018

Gordon Milburn

I'm a Self-Published Storyteller and a Self-Produced film Maker, but in themeantime, like Hugh Jackman in "Paperback Hero" I drive Roadtrainsin the great Australian Outback and write stories.Just to qualify that, I'm a Kiwi Living in the land of OZ.But it all Started when I was:Down 'n' Out in Paradise; Unemployed, 3 kids, the local DJ'sannounced that Hollywood had run out of stories, they were goingto make a movie of the Flintstones. Desperation or Ego, still notsure, but I thought, "#*:! I can do that". So I wrote, pen to paper,literally, and it was enlightening, therapeutic even. It gave me avoice. So here i am, you can do the maths, still banging away andstill loving it.

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@My KitchenTable

Copyright 2017 Gordon Milburn

Published by 3E Story Production at Smashwords

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EXT. INDUSTRIAL ESTATE CITY - AFTERNOON

A huge Industrial warehouse reminiscent of the heyday of big manufacturing has been subdivided and lesser businesses now occupy the smaller renovated warehouses.

INT. WAREHOUSE-CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

In the lunchroom, through the door window, we see TREVOR, a Pauline Hanson (Donald Trump) supporter at his forced, early retirement party, he has a tea towel on his head and is tilting his head from side to side, everybody is laughing.

INT. WAREHOUSE-LUNCHROOM - CONTINUOUS

Approaching the door is RAJESH, a Sikh Indian, turban ‘n all, carrying a platter of, colourful, delicious Indian sweets.

The door opens and Trevor’s caught mocking Rajesh, scowls and snatches the tea towel from his head.

Before Rajesh can even speak Trevor is exiting the room.

TREVOR

I’m diabetic.

Rajesh, apologetically, looks around the room, a Middle aged Filipino Woman smiles weakly and shakes her head ~no he’s not.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. TREVOR’S HOUSE - DAY

Standing at the second story window, Trevor, drinking coffee, watches on as his Wife SHERYL, who hasn’t disclosed she’s suffering from a terminal illness, loads the caravan.

Their Daughter, TANIA, alternative to Trevor, free thinking, joins Sheryl and shares a secret with her Mother.

Happy~ Sheryl puts the box in the caravan and they both head up stairs.

INT. LOUNGE - MOMENTS LATER

Tania and Sheryl enter the lounge.

TANIA

Hey Dad. Gotta go!

Tania makes a bolt for the toilet.

Trevor looks towards his Wife for an explanation.

Concerned, he follows after Tania and knocks on the toilet door.

Tania can be heard throwing up.

TREVOR

You ‘right Luv?

No reply.

Toilet flushes.

Moments later Tania opens the door.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

You OK?

Tania apprehensive, nods slightly.

Trevor trails Tania back to the lounge.

Tania’s look questions her Mother; Sheryl nods.

TANIA

I’m pregnant.

TREVOR

To that Black Fella!

TANIA

NO! I don’t know whose it is. I jump on anyone who looks favourably at this.

Using both hands she indicates to her body -- She’s no Supermodel, but it’s self image that’s important.

Sheryl is at a loss as to how to help her Daughter.

SHERYL

He’s not black, he’s Fijian?

Tania looks to Sheryl ~and that’s any better.

TANIA

Of course it’s his!

Trevor looks to his Wife.

TREVOR

You knew about this!

Sheryl looks down.

SHERYL

You’re going to be a Poppa; we’re going to have a Milky.

Both Tania and Trevor look at Sheryl.

TANIA

You’re an Arsehole.

TREVOR

You didn’t learn that at my kitchen table.

Tania mocks her Father-- blah, blah, blah, heard it all before.

SHERYL (O.S.)

(light headed)

Oohl.

Sheryl steadies herself as she lowers herself into a armchair.

TANIA

(concerned)

You alright Mum?

Tania races to her mother’s side, aides her.

SHERYL

Yeah just a little light headed.

TANIA

You sure you’re ‘right.

SHERYL

Yeah, too