The Peach
A fairytale based on a true story. Valentine, a former military medic suffering from PTSD, meets a runaway boy, Khalil on a train who offers him a stolen peach. After eating the peach, he and Khalil end up switching train tickets, where Khalil finds a new life and Valentine finds peace.
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Elena KritterWriter
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Project Type:Screenplay
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Genres:Adventure, Drama
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Number of Pages:26
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Country of Origin:United States
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Language:English
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First-time Screenwriter:Yes
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Student Project:Yes - American University
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Paris International Film FestivalParis, France
February 15, 2023
Best Short Screenplay
Elena Kritter is a Culpeper, Virginia based director, producer, writer and actor in theatre and film. She is the owner of the play NIGHT WITCHES and is a founding member of Trinacria Theatre Company. Noted credits: YAGA (Producer), STILL HERE (Managing Producer) NIGHT WITCHES (Producer).
www.elenakritter.com
This is a story of adventure - of exploring the world beyond your sphere, beyond your home and getting curious with what lies in wait for you. It is a reminder that a single encounter with a stranger could alter the course of your life entirely.
This is a story about choosing the thing that makes you feel alive. It's about following your intuition, and letting your sunlight-filled Life Force guide you. It is a departure from the pain that holds us down, and the belief that even as life happens to us, terrible and unfair, we can always choose our next step.
On a personal note, this story is for my late father, Gene Kritter, who passed away suddenly in June 2020. He first told this story to me several years ago - about how my great-great grandfather switched train tickets with a stranger after eating a peach. Instead of him going to Canada to be a doctor, he went to Iran, where he met his future wife named Elena. My father remarked on how much he loved that story. It affirmed to him that a sense of adventure, of choosing to walk towards joy and life despite hardship, was undeniable to who we were as a family, and to our fate as well.
Simply, I wrote this story so that I could imagine him reading it. He would have called Khalil a scamp.