EXT. HARBOUR HILL - MORNING
Pastel houses tumble down to the sea. Gulls circle the lighthouse.
MILA, a small fox courier, rockets down the cobbles on her red bike, satchel stuffed with letters.
MILA
(grinning)
Last letter. Easy.
WHOOSH. A gust plucks the blue envelope out of the bag. Mila’s eyes go huge.
She leaps from roof to roof. The envelope lands in the beak of a very smug seagull.
MILA
Don’t. You. Dare.
Later: a crumpled envelope, a feather on her cap, and an old turtle beaming at his door.
IRIS OUT.






































