THREE MINUTES AND TWENTY-SEVEN SECONDS WITH A. ZULAWSKI
“Tell him you love him”, they keep telling her.
Straddling a half dead man in a blood drenched room she keeps refusing.
“Just say it, tell him you love him”.
Cameras push in, closer. The room is saturated with all of the lights the film crew have set up and it blanches her skin of any color as she sits there paralyzed in her nearly translucent negligee. She sees a man in…