Flickers turns its lens on California’s glamorous silent film era, as Victorian civilities are swept away by a bold new century.
Here's a delicious tantalizer for your enjoyment:
The female lead in FLICKERS, Violet Winters, is the daughter of a very rich man, a California “robber baron”, during the early years of the Twentieth Century. She’s her father’s princess. She can have anything she wants, except Jack Sutter, the working class man she truly loves. In 1913, her family pressures her into marrying the social-climbing Maury Rediston, and as the time for the wedding draws near, members of both families come to join the couple-to-be at Sueño, the Winters’ family estate in Southern California. Some of those family members have troubles of their own . . .
In the afternoon, Violet was
sitting out in the shady part of the terrace with Gertie and Jane, gossiping
while they drank lemonade. The drowsy warm sun came through the eucalyptus
trees and sparkled on the crystal pitcher and glasses of the outside service,
that sat on the bentwood ebony serving-cart. From her chair, Violet could see
the hills, golden in the sun, and the dark gash of Barranca Grande. While
Gertie told a long and pointless story about shopping in downtown San
Francisco, Violet found her mind drifting to Jack and his kisses.
ASo
anyway,@ Gertie
finished up. AMama got
the gold one, and Mrs. Hearst just loved it, so it was all right.@
She paused, glancing up. AOh,
here's Maury, Vi.@
Maury walked onto the terrace with
a young man strolling after him. The family resemblence was so strong that
Violet recognized him as Maury's younger brother, but he was the handsomest man
she had ever seen, as different from Maury as a peacock from a hawk. He had
dark eyes, wide and deep-set under thick lashes, a soft, sensual mouth, almost
feminine, but redeemed by a strong, chiseled jaw. His clothes were beautifully
cut, a white flannel suit with a dove-gray vest and tie, and a perfect straw
boater, tipped back at just the right angle on his dark hair. Gertie and Jane
stared so rudely that Violet feared they=d
start giggling.
AI'd
like you to meet my brother,@
Maury said. AFrazier
Rediston.@
AFrazier?@
The brother gave them all a sunny smile. ADon't
let old Maury be his usual stiff-necked self. Call me Tip. Everybody does.@
Before Maury could retort, Tip
strolled over to Violet's chair. He caught her offered hand, shook it, then
leaned down and kissed her soundly on the cheek.
