“Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air.”
Kurt frowned. “Does that mean the helicopter is silent, or the people are silent? And shouldn’t ‘black hawk’ be hyphenated?”
Sara sighed. Why had she ever gotten her degree in English? Why hadn’t she followed her mother’s advice and studied anything healthcare related? She needed a whiskey. Neat.
“What a cool screenplay, though,” her co-worker continued. “Except for all the mistakes.”
Sara turned her burning eyes on Kurt—was he for real?
“I can just see that silent black-hawk (with a hyphen) rising up. And all the silent people, too.”
She threw down her red pen. “I’ll just let you finish up here, then. I’ve got a date with either Jim, Jack, or maybe a Bulleit.”
Kurt’s eyes widened.
“Right.” He fiddled with his pen. “Can I come?”
Sara looked at him, from his hipster beard to his skinny jeans and Converse, and shrugged.
“Why not? Maybe we can dangle modifiers together.”